I sat down for my first lecture of the day and wrote out the module title. That was fine. The trouble came when I began to write out the date. There was no issue of me writing down the date and month, the bothersomeness came with the year.
I turn to my classmate.
Me: “Stupid question, but are we 2015 or 2016?”
Bern: “Are you serious?”
Me: “I am, yeah.”
Bern: “It’s 2016!”
Me: “Ah, grand! Thanks.”
Not my proudest moment, but if you think that’s bad, one time I forgot what age I was. # BaldManProblems
A gentle drizzle was falling from the sky as I made my way to the bus stop. This was a nice sensation to feel on my face. It was like little fingers were poking it quite sporadically. There was also the sound of singing birds in the trees. I thought this was bliss until I arrived at my bus stop.
Standing about 5ft tall was a man with an ear bud wedge deep within his ear. With each twitch of his hand a slight smile formed at the corner of his lips. We made eye contact for a second and all I could think to do was smile at him.
He returned a jovial grin, emitted a hearty laugh, and then flicked the wax encrusted ear bud away.
This morning held so much promise and is now tainted in a waxy build up. # BaldManProblems