Call me idiot
Sometimes I just don't think it all through to the very end.
Tonight, on my way home, I was going to a store on Randall Road. I usually go to Orchard Road, then take that to Randall.
But tonight, for some unknown reason, my little pea brain was hit by a memory of taking a road from Randall to Il. 31.
So I got off at 31.
Now, it may have been a few years since I had taken that route, but I was positive I turned right, then left. So I did.
And ended up crossing 88, which should have been on the south.
So I turned around, went north, ended up on some residential road. So I turned left, knowing I needed to go west.
I don't know exactly what happened after that. Let's say I passed some businesses a few times. Over my stubborness, and the male trait of never asking for directions, I used my phone to get directions and it took me back to 31, then to 88, then to Orchard Road.
My little detour took about 40 minutes.
When I finally got home, we had left overs.
Jackie made some small apple pies, those one person serving size pies.
I had one. Put a little whip cream on it.
We have 3 cans of whip cream in the refrigerator. I used the oldest can, not the one we opened yesterday.
After putting the dollops of white heaven on the pie, I noticed the nozzle was discolored. Ok, the nozzle was black. Very black. And brown. Very brown.
Now a prudent person would have scraped the waves of whiteness off and re coated with the new, fresh whip cream.
But not me. I saw no discoloring. It smelled ok. So I ate it.
Several questions now arise.
How long before food poisoning sets in?
Do I have ample rolls of tp on hand, just in case?
Why am I so cheap?
Why do I agonize over simple decisions, like should I eat it or not?
When will I learn from my mistakes?
I have a headache and I am sweating....what's next???
Yes, I did toss the can out.
Yes, I realize the foolishness of my actions.
Yes, I hereby repent from my sins of stupidity.
At least until tomorrow.
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