At Quinn’s graduation party, an all night affair at the Blaine Sports Center, I was dealing blackjack. I found it difficult to ad up the numbers. I can do fairly complicated math in my head. But I was having problems with 7+5. I had a group of young girls at my table for about an hour. They kept calling me Bob. Some of them I knew from youth soccer and I thought they knew me through Quinn. I was flattered. Later Quinn was at my table and I mentioned that to her. She rolled her eyes and pointed at my name tag.
I keep forgetting my password at work. Drawing a complete blank. I type it twenty times a day. And every time I have to hesitate.
I left the gas grill on to burn off the crap after I made some ribs this weekend. I never went back out and turned it off. Used up a full tank of propane.
I keep mixing up the names of my daughter’s boyfriends, calling Andrew Patrick and Patrick Andrew. My father used to call me Bill all the time. That’s my brother’s name.
I had customers for 14 years and could never remember their names. Sadly, they’d all come in and say Hi Mark! and I’d just have a blank look on my face.
I do fine with names until it’s formal introduction time, the it’s also brainlock time for me. *wham* the vault is closed for business.
hah….