I am very bad about offending people without meaning to.

It isn’t one of those big offenses that everyone likes to talk about — I am too careful to commit one of those. It’s usually just something I say that wouldn’t have offended me, yet I realize after it has come out of my mouth that it can so easily be construed in a way I didn’t mean.

There was the girl who was using the microphone I usually used one Sunday, when she was on stage and I wasn’t. “Oh, look, Laura’s using my mic,” I observed. And that was it; yet when W mentioned it to her she got all upset as if I had been saying it out of jealousy, I guess, or spite. Like I…