I was in the McDonald’s drive thru last week. I knew what I wanted, but I couldn’t remember what it was called. I was looking frantically at the menu trying to locate the item I wanted to order. I couldn’t find it any where. I didn’t want to look stupid and I was getting agitated. Why couldn’t I remember it?
“I can’t remember the name of what I want to order,” I admitted.
The young girl is trying to help me. “Can you please describe it?”
I felt really stupid. I never had to describe the item I wanted to order before. “Eggs wrapped in a tortilla.”
“A Sausage Burrito?”
“Yeah. That’s it.”
What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t even remember two words. Sausage Burrito. Oh boy.
I pulled up to the window and the girl smiled at me. “Sausage Burrito?”
I smiled back. “Yes. Sausage Burrito.”
Is there a chance that those two words will be forever ingrained in my head?
I doubt it.
What the heck is happening to my brain — or lack there of…..
At least 3 times this week (and the week is only half over) I am on the way to do something and I stop dead in my tracks and think to myself — Where in the heck am I going? What do I need to do?
Brain freeze. The young girls at work laugh at me. The older girls smile. They know my pain.
Now I have to go finish the dishes before I forget about them and go to bed.
And, yes, I have done that before.
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