Yesterday at the gym I dropped my locker key in the toilet. I wasn't surprised because every time I've used the washroom since joining the gym, I've said to myself, "I'll probably drop this key in the toilet someday." I asked the cleaner if I could borrow some gloves so as to retrieve it without confronting any primal fears but before I could say anything else she marched in and did it for me (she was already wearing gloves). "I clean!" she said, taking it to the row of sinks to scrub down with soap.
It's like when I moved into the garage-apartment and the first time I left the place I forgot something (twice) and had to go back. "I'll probably forget something every time I leave this place," I thought. "It'll be a special feature of living here." And most times that is just what happens.
On my list of things to do: fix my brain.
...not today though.