Apologize. Period.

My guy and I went to a neighborhood pub Friday for happy hour. We each enjoyed some NW beer, some pizza, and salad. He even bought me a rose that afternoon, which was a sweet gesture and walking down the street with it earlier that afternoon made me feel like I was in some romantic comedy. That was, until ten minutes after we left the restaurant. I realized I looked like I had been stabbed in the ass. I was experiencing some extreme bleeding, and it had soaked through two supposedly protective barriers and three layers of clothing and had not realized that earlier while sitting down. I didn’t know what to do. Did I need to go back and notify the bartender? Call the bar and tell them about the biohazard? We discussed the problem. It was a busy night and someone else had probably already sat in my seat. I am profusely sorry if you were the person who sat in the booth after me. I hope you were not wearing right jeans. Note to self and to all: always look before sitting, even in a dimly lit bar or restaurant. 🙁