It's no huge surprise that I tend to drift into my own little world, forgetting significant details like where I am and what exactly it is that I'm doing. I need no help in derailing my train of thought, but inevitably I gain access to situations that help knock the old through process of course.
Wait... where was I going with this?? No seriously!!! OH... the other day at Walmart! I decide yesterday afternoon to make a quick trip to Walmart to pick up a few items. Walmart has a sort of... zombie-ish effect on my state of mind. When alone, I tend to wonder through the store emotionless and thoughtless. I somehow manage to gather the item or two I came in to get, but I usually have no memory of how these items came about entering my hands. (Hey! Maybe that's why I get so many funny looks when I'm in walmart...
I manage to pay for the items I had gathered and started toward my Mazda Tribute to hurry home. Only, there is one problem. I didn't come in the Mazda because it is still in the shop. I'm in a rental, but of course I don't remember this. I make my best attempt to not look stupid as I cris-cross through the isles, looking for my transportation. I manage to do so rather nonchalantly and spot the black Impala. Now it should not be so hard for me to head from where I am standing to where I see the Impala... right?
Yet somehow in the 20 odd steps or so I took, I managed to enter la la land again and walk right past the rental to some other black car. (I think it was a Camry) After a few tries at the door, I realize that I am at the wrong car and try to calmly walk away, further down the isle. I walk past the last car realizing that I have somehow managed to lose the Impala all together, yet I am still doing my best to look cool and aware. As I turn around to see I had past the Impala several cars before the Camry, I realized that a concerned citizen had been watching all of this as she loaded her car. I want to ease the lady's mind and make light of my embarrassment, so I grin at her and say "Stupid rental. Get's me every time!"
She offered a phony smile and continue to watch me as I got in the car and drove off. As I drove off, I wondered if I should consider a "don't go to walmart alone" policy.
And yes... I just took 10 minutes of your time to tell you that I'm a moron who can't remember where I park.
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Has Paul told you any stories about his mom or his Grandma Baker??? As I was reading this I could imagine my dd doing the exact same thing. Yes, you do certainly fit right into our family. :-)
You are way too young to be doing that!!!!! I've been doing that for years - and not looking for a rental!!!
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