Losing Track

Yesterday, I made a point of paying cash at the store. It is something that I just don't do. I prefer debit or credit because I figure whatever cash I am carrying should stay in my wallet in case of an emergency.

But it is Remembrance Day next week, so poppies are by checkouts everywhere. I wanted to purchase two poppies, one for me and one for Sue, but I wasn't about to stuff a twenty in the box.

So, I paid cash for my purchase, received the change, and then jammed a fiver through the tiny slot.

Minutes later, I pulled into my driveway, began to exit, and reached for the two poppies that I had placed on the passenger seat.

Except I hadn't. Not that time although I know that I had placed something there recently.

The fact of the matter is that I had left my donation for the poppies but not taken them.

I drove back. It's not far, just around the corner really.

Back at the cash and said to the guy, "You remember me, right?" I didn't want people to think that I was just grabbing poppies without donating.

He did remember me and said that he had wondered why I had donated but not taken any poppies. 

I took my two poppies and skulked off.

This is the kind of thing that I do regularly. I don't mean at stores particularly but just forgetting little things that I had intended to do but then forgotten. For example: I might go downstairs for something and come back upstairs empty-handed.

I would tell you more about some of the things that I forget, but, quite frankly my dears, I forget what they are.