“You’re really still mad about that?” I asked her.
“What do you mean, ’still’?” she asked.
“Well, I mean… it’s over and done with.”
“They never admitted they were wrong,” she said.
“They apologized,” I said.
“It wasn’t a real apology,” she said. “They said they regretted if anybody was offended. They didn’t give any indication that they agree that what they did is wrong and that they won’t do something like it again.”
“You’re talking about a multinational corporation,” I said. “They’re not going to admit wrongdoing over what really probably was just a mistake… especially since everybody else has moved on. They might have lost a few customers, but not as many as threatened to leave and didn’t… and no one else is still making a stink over it.”
“Well, I’m not giving up,” she said. “I’m right and they’re wrong, and I’m going to keep after them until they admit it.”
I looked at her.
“What?” she said. “What?”
“Don’t you… don’t you ever worry that you’re going to waste your life tilting at windmills?”
“Oh, no,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t even play mini-golf.”
