Sometimes I worry about myself. We all forget little things here and there, but my latest little cognitive hiccup was a bit unsettling even for me.
The other day I drove-thru at a popular fast-food establishment and ordered like the true drive-thru professional that I am. I pull forward to the first window and pay for my food like I've done way too many times. Then I drive right on past the second window without stopping to get my food. I realize this somewhere in the maze of adjacent parking lots, roll my eyes at myself and turn around. I go in to the restaurant and sheepishly explain that I am the moron who left without my food and the cashier hands me my order. She smiles and I'm betting this is not the first time this has happened. Sheesh.
This is my brain. This is my brain on Dr. Pepper.
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