On accidentally opening the bathroom door
and seeing Richard ringer en flagrante (sic?)
before closing the door
and running far fsr away:

I am sorry.
That was an accident.
That was unintentional.
That was not the door I was looking for.
I didn’t mean to do it.
I didn’t mean to see you.
I am sorry.

– not that I saw anything, really.
Not that there was anything to see.
I couldn’t see anything.
Nothing was visible.
It was too small.
– not that it was small
– not that I could see….
I’m sorry!

Look
can we just forget about this?
Can we not discuss these events
which I’d rather pretend never occurred
and pretend that they, in fact, never occurred?
What events?
That I just saw you
in the bathroom
with your little joke dick out.

Oh, you’d already begun?
I’m sorry I’m sorry
I’m so so SORRY!