A Regret

One thing I am rather ashamed of is my timidity. This really nice man with very little (I think) used to bring his father from the nursing home every Sunday and split a piece of pie with him. Anyway, one day he mentioned that it was his father's birthday. The waitresses didn't like them because they didn't tip but I asked one of the nicer waitresses to go get a candle to put on the pie but she wouldn't. Why in the hell didn't I get up, get the goddamn candle, stick it in the goddamn pie and light the son of a bitch.