"I just remebered something", Jim declared. Alex looked up.
"What?"
"Well, remember a few years ago, you had made some toast, I told you it was too dark?"
"Okay," he said, somewhat dubiously.
"Well, it wasn't. It was perfect, actually. I was just in a bad mood at the time."
"Oh. Well, I don't remember it anyway, to be honest. So it doesn't really matter."
"It happened. And I'm sorry."
"I forgive you."
"I just had to get that off my chest."
"Consider it gotten," Alex replied, turning his attention back to the book he was reading earlier.
Jim had a habit of doing such things. Everybody found it rather annoying, until one day, it saved his life and made him rich. But that's another story.