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When I lived in Canada I learned that Canadians apologise for everything. All the time. It is weird to me because Germans are so different. But it triggered this article. Here are some things I heard on a daily basis:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, I have a question. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, I am sorry. (Whenever I stood in front of a shelf in a store and couldn’t make a decision but someone wanted to get by)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, oh, you must be the new client! I am sorry, I am a police officer, not the receptionist. I feel terrible for misleading you, but I cannot get you coffee or give you a foot massage while you wait. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, but I can never express how I really feel at this place. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry for clocking in three minutes late. I had to drop of my son at school, but then he puked Cocoa Puffs all over my shirts and- I know, I should have just told him not to get sick! It was completely in my control, and I have no excuse. Please don’t fire me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry about my naturally screechy voice. Feel free to plug your ears whenever I am talking!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, but from now on you have to address me as Mr. X and not Mrs. Y anymore. Things change. This is the 21st century. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, I am binary now. I will have my breast surgically removed so nobody knows that I am a woman. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry for my resting bitch face. I know my serious expression is no fun for you to look at. Yes, you are right, I should smile more! Thank you for the advice, male stranger at work. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry I am not wearing makeup today. I look like a total swamp creature. Anyway, ready for this half-marathon on your lunch break?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hey, sorry to ask, but is this bus seat taken? Also, I apologise that my nine-months-pregnant-with-triplets belly is taking up so much room. Actually, I will just stand. It is fine! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, can you please stop yelling at me and tell me in a normal tone what I did wrong? Yelling means, you cannot express yourself in a civilised matter. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, for not realising you are a man. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, for not realising you are a woman. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, for not realising you want to be called raccoon<\/em>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, for being the reason the world is coming to an end and another lockdown in around the corner. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, but this doesn’t make sense to me at all. Why should I stand on a duct-taped cross?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, that I caught you cheating on me, but its much worse for you because your new girlfriend is screaming at you for cheating. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am sorry, but I am breaking up with you. I am sorry for ending things now, the moment I realised I no longer loved you, instead of stringing you along just to avoid hurting your feelings. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, I am not interested in you, creepy guy at Billa – I am in a relationship. Yes, you are absolutely right! I am a nasty person for politely turning you down when I clearly should have prioritised your fragile ego. Let me just break up with my boyfriend real quick, and then you can put your sweaty hands wherever you want. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So sorry, construction workers. As much as I would like to stay and bask in your heartfelt whistling and sexual comments, I really must get going. Apologies if I also involuntarily make a face – you are just being nice, and I cannot take a “nice” compliment about my breasts. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry cabdriver, but me telling you my name does not mean you will get a blow-job. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, I know it’s really stupid, but can you walk me to my car? Actually, I don’t want to inconvenience you. It’s only 11 pm – I can walk back to the sketchy parking garage by myself. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, but can you please stop texting and following me? This is creepy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am sorry, I should have been more clear last night. Obviously, saying “no” over and over really means “yes”. It is all my fault anyway. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry for apologising so much! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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