Yesterday morning as I leant against a wall waiting for a bus, a man stood directly in front of me and very slowly started backing into me. It got to the point where the back of his head was touching my nose and his buttocks were sharing their warmth with my groin.
This obviously was not what I wanted to be happening first thing in the morning so I gave him a shove, called him a dickhead and got on the bus which by that point had arrived.
This morning I saw the same man approach, but this time had the front instead of rear view and to my horror I saw that he was blind.
Obviously now I am racked with a guilt I don't think will shift for years, so am looking for stories from you of things you have done that still cause sleepless nights in order make me feel a little better.
Tell me what makes you itch with guilt.