How often have you heard the phrase "older and wiser?" So often, I imagine, that you have come to believe that the one naturally follows the other. Well, don't believe the hype.
I stand before you, the perfect example of how oxymoronic the phrase "older and wiser" can be. Without going into details, let us just say that I allowed my enthusiasm to override my good sense. You would think I would know better, but it seems I am fully capable at 62 of repeating the same types of errors I made at 16 and 26. My most profuse apologies.
From the "You Can't Make This Stuff Up" Department: So my day started out a trifle cloudy, and thanks to My Friend Fibro, my back and neck were hurting. I also found myself facing an arduous problem at work, and had to keep chanting to myself "don't get nervous, don't get nervous." So I didn't, and then I managed to lessen the potential for panic, and figured I could actually go out to pick up lunch. I rarely do that anymore, but I had to move the car anyway, and I wanted another cup of coffee, so why not? And I ordered a sandwich, because I never do that anymore, and I may never do that again:
Freaked out the regular counter girl, and I think she was relieved someone else got the job of actually filling the order. It was a pretty good sandwich; you might even say it was a hell of a sandwich.
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