May 5th, 2009

little blue dog

one thing I hate about getting old

My forgetfulness is increasing over time.

I keep my work clothes in the locker room at work. This morning on my bike commute, despite having acquired a nice new waterproof backpack to carry them in, I forgot to bring a clean t-shirt, a pair of underwear, and a pair of socks.

I need to get dressed. It's two hours before any of the downtown stores open.

I look around.

Bike clothes? Soaked; rainy ride.
There are ... other lockers in here, with clothes ...? No. God.
Aha.

Well, you make do with what you can. The paper towel holder is now empty.