Time for a break

This happened a few minutes ago.

I’m rushing around trying to do 10 things and running late on all of them when Nature Calls, and I run into the Men’s room and say "Hi" to the two cleaning ladies in there, step around their cleaning cart on my way to the urinal, start to reach for my zipper a couple of steps out so as to avoid delay, and it hits me:

"Cleaning ladies?"

I pull hand away from zipper just in time, turn on my heel and start babbling apologies on my way back to the door, "Oh, I am so sorry I wasn’t thinking I’m just running around doing so many things that I don’t know what I’m doing and …"

But I’ve hardly taken a step back when I see they’ve both thrown their hands up, and they’re saying, "Oh go ahead take your time we were just leaving we’re going out…" And they fly out the door ahead of me, leaving their cart behind.

Wow. That was really embarrassing. I’ve never been that absent-minded before. It was a new depth.

I’m going to have to slow down, and start considering what I’m doing. And starting next week, I will.

3 thoughts on “Time for a break

  1. Ed

    Hey Brad, not to worry. If you’re anywhere near my age, the ladies were never in any danger. I’m dreading the day when I start forgetting to go altogether and just make a mess right where I am…Ed

  2. Brad Warthen

    I think of TMI as meaning “Three-Mile Island.”
    But if you mean “too much information,” you’re being redundant. But that’s cool, I guess, since Aretha Franklin did almost exactly the same thing in “R-E-S-P-E-C-T”. That line, “take care of TCB,” has always sort of ruined the song for me.
    — Percival Pedant

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