I hauled my carcass all over an outdoor range stepping lively between 9:30AM and 1:30PM yesterday scoring about 700 targets (50 targets scored for about 14 shooters). Only screwed up one scoresheet (that I fixed) and thought to myself, "Dementia hasn't set in yet, old boy."
Then I got up today, and locked my keys in the Ford Truck.
I thought, no problem, I'll just use that combination thingy on the door.
But I couldn't remember it.
*sigh* ...I'm a dumbass.
Fortunately I'm at home and have another key in the house.
Then I head to the supermarket. Finish shopping, load my groceries in the truck, and turn around to take the cart back. An old woman standing next to the car next to me says, "I'll take that cart back for you." Like I must be a geezer.
ugh
Then I got up today, and locked my keys in the Ford Truck.
I thought, no problem, I'll just use that combination thingy on the door.
But I couldn't remember it.
*sigh* ...I'm a dumbass.
Fortunately I'm at home and have another key in the house.
Then I head to the supermarket. Finish shopping, load my groceries in the truck, and turn around to take the cart back. An old woman standing next to the car next to me says, "I'll take that cart back for you." Like I must be a geezer.
ugh
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