The professor came calling yesterday. The absent-minded guy, I mean.
While Cuppa was able to lounge in the hair salon for countless hours, poor AC was left with a zillion errands to run ? or three anyway.
The first was a stop at Shoppers to make off with some favorites Christmas goodies ? Turtles to be exact ? at almost half price, for the flyer declared that they would be on sale this weekend.
With flyer in hand I found the Turtles and wondered why the normal price remained posted on the rack. Ditto for the salty snacks. Nevertheless, I lovingly placed the items in my cart and headed to the checkout where I expressed my confusion to the nice lady — who looked at me rather pityingly before declaring that they wouldn’t go on sale until Saturday.
The light dawned. I looked up and mumbled something like, “Oh yes, this is Friday, isn’t it?”
She was too nice to accuse me of being stupid, but I’m could almost read her thoughts, — which I’d be advised not repeat here.
I stammered something about being confused because I had the day off, and it felt like Saturday. It did too. It does every week lately since the grands have been heading off to daycare, thus giving the old ones the day off. Apparently, I need to day off more than I thought.
When I described my faux pas to my beloved, we both decided that perhaps we should stop calling Thursday, Friday. Because we do. Because that’s what it feels like. But it isn’t.
But the absent-minded guy wasn’t yet finished with Old AC. Fortunately, however, I didn’t make my next goof so public.
It occurred at the grocery store (if I were American, I could just say grocery and omit the redundant word, store, but I’m Canadian, which by definition makes me redundant) …
… now where was I
… ah yes, in the grocery store. I was again at the checkout when I espied a jar of cashews in my cart — which weren’t supposed to be there. For I clearly remembered picking them up and gazing at them lovingly before deciding not to purchase them. And I clearly remembered putting them back on the shelf.
Apparently, I missed the shelf.
Given the state of this professor’s absent mind, I suppose the fact that I was left holding a jar of nuts is rather appropriate.
It’s really a pity, however, that if I must endure such professorial absent-mindedness, that I couldn’t otherwise enjoy the brainpower of such a fellow. Not to mention the income.
But no, the only thing that a professor and I might have in common is the absent-minded … ah … I forget what I was going to say.