I got a smoothie for breakfast. I offered up a card for payment. The clerk laughed and handed the card back to me. It was my driver’s license.
That should have been my first clue to go back home and crawl under the covers. The second came when I arrived at work and reached for the keycard on my belt.
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I have far too many days like this myself.
I know those days.
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