I wish all apologies were easy.
Like when you're standing outside of the
doctors office
and your appointment is scheduled for 3
and the sign on the floor says:
       WILL RETURN AT
and points to 6:30,
only because the hands on the clock were messed up when it fell,
and you hope it said 3 when it once hung on the door.

Then around 3:02
a secretary comes rushing and fumbles with her keys
in the door, and says
    "Sorry, traffic."
And everything is alright.
There is no argument.
No one questions the traffic.
You may be agitated, but you file
into the waiting room with the other
patients,
who were on time,
and you write your name on the list,
and you take a seat.