There are phenomena in this world which I call “Teeny-Go-Wrongs”

One little Teeny-Go-Wrong all by itself, isn’t much. But a bunch of them all together sure can add up. Today was one of those days. Yes it was filled with a lot of Teeny-Go-Wrongs.

I went to pick up a prescription this morning. I try to clump a bunch of errands together when I go in to town. It just make sense to me to do it that way. My first stop was the bank… an annoyingly long wait, for no apparent reason.

Second on the agenda was the Hardware Store. I wanted to have 3 door keys made. (Not one of them worked when I later arrived home.)

Next on the list… gas up the car. I always pay at the pump with a credit card. When I was finished… the pump flashed a “Please See Cashier” message. So in I went. After another long wait at the counter, it was finally my turn. The cashier said begrudgingly, “Can I help you?”
I responded… “I hope you can. I am supposed to see you.”
“Wha….” she countered.
“Pump Number Two told me to come and see you. It asked politely. So here I am.”
The cashier punched at the little gray machine positioned on the countertop. She wiped her nose, long and hard, on the back of her sleeve. “Nope. I don’t need anything,” she surmised.
“Hmmm.” I said. “I thought perhaps you did something special…. sang, or juggled, or magic tricks … since the pump wanted me to come see you. Do you do anything?”
She stared at me blankly.  Perhaps angrily.
“Do I at least get a toy, or a prize, for coming in and seeing you?” I angled.
To which, she uttered, “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“That’s OK. I don’t understand what the pump meant either. I’ll ask it on my way out… Thanks.”  (I am not entirely sure why I thanked her.)
Pump Number Two was steadfast in its biddings. “Please See Cashier”

Grocery. Next stop. The place was buzzing. It must have been 8-for-1 coupon day… or something. At the checkout, I asked the cashier, Trevor, for “All paper please.”
After completing the monetary transaction, he proceeded to bag the first items in plastic.
“Hey Trevor. Would you mind putting those in paper please.”
“Oh sure.” ………….One bag complete.  Next one… back to plastic.
“Trevor, how about using paper for me bud?”
“Oh sure. Sorry. I forgot. I’m under 18.”

Now, I am not sure what the connection is there….  the correlation with being under 18 and memory loss.  I simply don’t know….

Pump Number Two seemed to stay more on track.

I am certain that the numerous “Teeny-Go-Wrongs” wore me down.
I finally made my way home… and forgot to pick up my prescription…. which was the entire purpose of the trip.

My only recourse was to walk to the pond… and watch the leaves float.

“Great events make me quiet and calm; it is only trifles that irritate my nerves.”
– Queen Victoria