Larry Hnetka Goes HMmmm

I know I forgot something. The problem is I can’t remember what it was!

Just to give you an example, here’s today’s forgetfulness list:

1. Reading glasses lost.
Found in my bed under my duvet. I don’t remember reading in bed either.

2. Name of neighbour’s daughter lost.
It was on the tip of my tongue. I just couldn’t spit the name out. I did remember her new-born baby’s name though. That should count for something, shouldn’t it?

3. Car keys lost.
Found in the bottom Velcro pocket of a pair of my cargo shorts in the dirty laundry hamper. Actually, the shorts were in the dirty laundry pile next to the hamper. Maybe that’s why it took me longer to find my keys.

4. Cell phone lost:
Found only because the battery had died and it was beeping to be re-charged. Location: in the same dirty laundry pile with my car keys. Thankfully, this cell phone didn’t make it all the way through the wash, spin, rinse, spin, and extra spin cycle. And it missed the hot dryer cycle as well.

5. Duct tape lost:
Required to fix the arm on my reading glasses that were lost some place in the bowels of my bed linen.
Found in the kitchen junk drawer. Duct tape is kept in the kitchen junk cupboard not the junk drawer. Everyone knows that rule, don’t they?

I happened to mention my forgetfulness to Kenneth. Ever the optimist, he told me his most frightening forgetfulness moment.

He had parked his new car, some Chrysler four-door machine apparently, on the angled street parking near his house. He popped in to the Post Office to get his mail and dashed back to his car.

Always afraid of getting “door dings”, Kenneth carefully opened the car door and got in. He said he sat there dumbfounded for at least two or three seconds.

He had no idea where he was. There wasn’t any mechanical parts such as a steering wheel facing him. All he could see was the back of an upholstered seat.

He had opened the back door on the driver’s side of his car and sat there in the back seat. Then he said it took him a few minutes to pretend that’s what he intended to do all along. He thumbed through his mail, then nonchalantly opened the back door, climbed out and then opened the driver’s door.

He said he drove away so quickly, he forget where he was supposed to go.

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