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A Quest for Lettuce
Sometimes the simplest things can be quite complicated.
Last night was difficult, to say the least. I like to be in bed early. Nine, ten o’clock at the latest. Relax. Read, and drift peacefully off to sleep. But about quarter till nine last night I made the mistake of looking in my fridge. Empty.
Knowing that I had a lot to do today, I looked at the clock and decided that I still had the time to run quickly to the market, grab some essentials — milk, eggs, bread, fruit, veggies, and most importantly — some lettuce. I’m a big salad eater and I like it with every meal. Excluding breakfast.
If I hurried, I could be back home in plenty of time, and still be on schedule with my nightly routine.
I put my flip-flops on (which I seldom wear), locked the door, went down the steps, and headed to my car. Halfway to the parking garage I realized that I forgot my glasses. Yeah, I need glasses for driving. Back up the steps, unlock the door, grab my glasses, lock the door, down the steps, and into the car. I press the clicker for the security gate — it’s moving slow.
I exit the garage and about halfway down the block — wallet. Not in my pocket. Back to the garage, wait for the gate, park, up the steps, unlock the door, grab my wallet, lock the door, down the steps, into the car…
