When I was eating *****.
When She was getting out of the car, right after She told me She was okay. That was October 28, 2006. I still haven't forgiven myself.
When I knew they wouldn't listen anyway.
It happens to me at least once a week and then I go kick myself afterward and promise myself to definitely speak up the next time. If I had been keeping track over the years, I think I'm 3 for 187.
When I answered the phone
I was mistaken for a heavy breather
When the people on here get on power trips. Which I guess is all the time.