I used to joke around with my old roomie Emily when she would say she was going to Wal-Mart and would ask me if I needed her to get me anything. I would say, "Yes, please get me a brain...i've lost mine."
So, Em...if you happen to go to Wal-Mart, could you see if they have any in stock? Seriously. This is me:
I think, "Oh, I need to send so and so an e-mail." So I walk the ten steps to my desk and sit down and then think, "Why did I come over here?"
The other day there were some kids in the library working on a project. I was sitting at the circ desk and apparently staring off into space when a kid asked me,
"Miss Johnson...is this what you do all day?"
"What? Stare off into space?"
"No, I do actually work sometimes."
Yesterday I went to the post office. I sold another of my textbooks and needed to mail it. I usually print off the paper with all the details and stick it in the book so the buyer has a receipt of some sort. Well, I get the postage all done up and I'm talking to myself the entire time (never a good sign, but thank goodness I was alone). I was concentrating so hard on focusing on what I was doing that I stuck the receipt with the address in the book and put it in the envelope and sealed it up. Then I realized that I didn't write the address down. It was sealed inside a blank envelope. I had to call my BFF and ask her to look it up for me.
A million other situations just like those....
Oh! Okay, here's a funny story that has nothing to do with anything in the world. So I went to Target last night and was sitting in the car trying to write down a list so I could be focused inside Target. As I'm sitting there, this car pulls up and parks next to me. The guy gets out and goes around to each of his four doors and pulls on the handle like 5 times each to make sure each and every door is firmly closed and locked. And then he did my favorite OCD thing. He pulled on the last door handle several times in a row, paused for a second and then pulled on it again. And it reminded me of this teacher I used to work with that did the same thing. She would lock her classroom door, pull on the handle, unlock it, open it, close it, lock it again, pull on the handle, walk away, come back and double check the handle again.
Well, at least I'm not that crazy right?