I’m sorry.
I could have handled myself better.
You might want to stop reading now, because that’s all that should be said. Apologies are supposed to stand on their own, but I’m going to vent and ruin the apology with explanation.
When you stumbled up to me, I was in the middle of a sale. An audience member had enjoyed my silly so much that he felt the need to give me cash in exchange for a souvenir. I love it when that happens, as it helps me provide for my family. You know: pay the mortgage, buy food, that sort of thing.
Your first action was to plop your beer down on my merchandise table, almost spilling it in the process. You took no heed of the fact the table was in use, or that you almost ruined one of my books.
What you did wasn’t so different from the actions of many before you. Quite the opposite, in fact. Were you the first person to ever accost me I might have acted with more grace. Unfortunately, you were that proverbial straw, and my camel’s back was already carrying too much weight.
(As is, I thought I hid my annoyance fairly well.)
Read on: http://nathantimmel.com/2016/dear-drunk-woman-a-comedian-apologizes/