Not much of a day
I can find nothing in myself with which I can write. I don't know why, but this bothers me tremendously. It's been a long day and it isn't nearly over.
A couple of weeks ago I went with some relatives to a Chinese buffet. The waiter put the tea pot down in front of me, so I poured every one tea. I regarded it mildly as a feat since I couldn't see the tea cups very well and had to gauge how full they were by guess and by golly.
I learned this week that I did a hideous job of it I evidently poured tea everywhere.
Nobody told me at the time, Everybody cleaned up surreptitiously.
What I don't understand is: Why didn't they tell me? It wouldn't have hurt my feelings (I am definitely not a sensitive soul in this department. It would have made mountains of sense. Hell, if someone had laughed and said "Better let me pour." I'd have been quite content. I feel like I'm surrounded by a conspiracy.
Does anyone have any insights?