Thank you for Hearing My Confession
I know you can never see me the same again after this, but I must confess. I must release this shame.
Baltimore, Maryland, 2002.
It was me. I was the one. The tall (6ft. in heels) woman with long red hair in the navy blue Jones New York suit and Chanel sunglasses.
None of you suspected me. I looked elegant, sophisticated, remained silent the whole time.
You all peered accusingly at that poor guy in jeans with the torn shirt.
He was innocent. I am so ashamed.
The incident was not planned. It just happened.
I did not know there would be so many people on the elevator.
In my defense, I had Mexican food for lunch.
Excuse me and I am sorry.
Thank you for listening. Let’s never speak of it again.