I made the biggest ass out of myself about a week ago.

I was at work, and a regular customer came in. His name is Terry. He looked really depressed. He starts talking to someone else about how he just sold his bike to some 20-year-old a week prior to that day, whom is also his neighbor. So the kid a few days later is driving about 100mph on his street and Terry looks out the window and sees him flying around the curve. Terry thought "that kid on that Goddamn bike is going to kill himself." Sure enough, the bike flew out from beneath him, flew across the street, and the kid's body flew into some trees. Terry runs out and sees if he's okay. He calls an ambulance while this kid has a broken neck and trauma to the head, bleeding from the mouth, etc. He knew the kid wasn't going to make it but he lied through his teeth saying he's going to be fine. A few minutes later before the ambulances got there, he dies right in front of him.

Now...Terry was talking to someone else about this. I was busy doing something else (doing paperwork, counting cigarettes, I have no fucking idea). Since I'm half-assed listening, all I heard was that the kid that he sold his bike to crashed, and has major head trauma. I didn't hear the part where he died or anything.

My genius response?

"I bet he won't do THAT again!"

Terry just turns around, says nothing, and storms out the door.

"That was SO mean! The kid died!!"

"Oh...fuck."

I have a feeling I won't be seeing Terry again.