So I’m at the art store, I buy some paper and leave. Stop outside thinking I left my glasses inside, I run back in and ask if I left my sunglasses on the counter. Salesman kindly retorts “They’re on your head sir”. I pause and feel the top of my head and there they are. I tell him “thank you for your help” and leave.
I’m just gonna continue to share my derp stories when they arise…which is often