maybe it was a lingering adrenaline high from rocking out ‘summer of ’69’ at live band karaoke at piece on saturday night. as i was walking out, two of the employees were hugging each other (i have no idea what the context was — they seemed to be joking about something). as they pulled away, the one guy said (also jokingly), “sorry about that.”
and then, it happened. the sentence i couldn’t take back. i shrugged my shoulders and said, “do what you gotta do, bro.” and i walked out. and then i screamed inside my head … I JUST SAID BRO! why would i say that!?!? why would i non-ironically call someone BRO? what the fuck just happened to me!?
i almost wanted to walk back in and apologize. shit. i have no clue what happened.