OMS and CRS

After securing two shopping buggies at Lowe’s this morning, Priscilla and I went to the Moving aisle and quickly realized we needed a large, flat-bed cart for what we were going to buy. Fortunately, someone had parked just the right cart in the aisle, so I left my buggy and took the cart. We loaded a two-wheel dolly onto the cart and then 20 medium moving boxes ($1.21 each, what a deal!) and a 100-foot roll of bubble wrap. Priscilla also got a roll of 20 inches by 1,000 feet of clear plastic wrap. We paid for the stuff (and got the standard 10 percent military discount) and went to the car. When everything was loaded, I opened the passenger door and discovered I had not put my cane in the car. I mentioned my forgetting to Priscilla and then went to the buggy parking place where Priscilla had parked her buggy and I parked my cart. The cane was not in Priscilla’s parked buggy, of course; it never had been. Ditto the cart. I said, “I left it in the buggy inside on Aisle 9.” I walked to the store and went to Aisle 9 and there were the buggy and the cane. Procuring the cane, I walked to the main aisle just as Priscilla arrived. We went back to the car. I noticed I had left the door open. I said to Priscilla, “I didn’t close the car door.” She said, “That’s all right. I locked the car.”

OMS and CRS – Old Man Syndrome and Can’t Remember Stuff.