So we've discussed my memory problems before. At least, I think we have.
Here's a new story for the annals:
Scene: I am in the kitchen, slicing apples for Yaakov's lunch.
[Open drawer.] Hmmm, no plastic sandwich bags left. Lemme go to the cabinet in the laundry room to get another box.
[Walk to laundry room. As I open cabinet, I see the stuff sitting in the washer.]
Oh, whoops, I never switched this laundry before. I'll put it in the dryer now.
[Switch laundry. Turn to leave laundry room.]
[Annoyed.] Geeze, who left this cabinet door open! I could have hurt myself!
[Back in kitchen, faced with Yaakov's apples.]
Hmmm, no plastic sandwich bags left. Lemme go to the cabinet in the laundry - OHHH!!! [Plastic bags. Door left open. It allll comes together. Is it too late for another cup of coffee?]
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