The other day, at work, I witnessed two people collide with one another.
They were coming around a blind corner, neither knowing the other was there, and they hit each other head-on, bouncing off each other and staring, stunned, for a moment before going on their way.
Fortunately, neither was carrying a tray, lest they’d have shattered every plate upon it.
I cannot stress this enough: I was not the person who collided with someone else.
Nor was I the person who was hit.
In fact, I had absolutely nothing to do with this turn of events in the slightest, there was nothing I could do to prevent it, no way I could have warned them, and I was completely uninvolved with the actions that led to it. I merely happened to be standing near enough to witness the collision as it occurred.
“I’m sorry.” I said, the words escaping my mouth before I even knew they were coming…
And that’s the most Canadian thing I’ve ever done.