Caboose of thought

This morning, my coworker was making fun of how my thoughts skip forward (“brain not waiting for mouth syndrome”).
So just now, I am at a store buying a bucket of coffee. 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.

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