The Day After I Was Almost Hit by a Truck

I was out jogging. I was running on the side of the road. That's when it happened. This truck swerved into the bike lane (where I was). I had a second to react.

I jumped up the bank of the hill on the side. The truck swerved back. He drove off.

 I found myself wondering if what just happened really happened. (Ever done that?)

 Fast forward to the next day.

I was out jogging (again). I was running on the side of the road. That's when it happened. This same truck appeared. This time it slowed down. I thought, "Uh oh." It came to a stop next to me.

 The window rolled down. And... (I thought about making this a 2-parter, but I won't.)

The guy in the truck rolled down his window. He said, "You jumped up on that bank yesterday. I was the guy who swerved. I wanted to say, 'I'm sorry.' I was reaching down for something inside. I didn't mean it." I said, "I swerve all the time. (I do.) Don't worry about it."

He drove off again.

A happy ending.

Is there somebody you need to go back and say you're sorry to?

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