This morning, my coworker was making fun of how my thoughts skip forward sometimes.
So just now, I am at a store buying coffee beans. I question the price.
Clerk: “This one is $17, not $15. Do you want to cancel?”
Me: “You might die tomorrow.”
What I really meant to say: “Nah, I’ll splurge. What’s 2 dollars. One could die tomorrow.
She took off (I was at self-serve). I want to clear up the confusion. Looking back, I realize it wasn’t the best call to sprint after her. But at least I caught her.