Brain Dead
There I am in the dry cleaner dropping off some hangers while picking up a pair of pants. I reach into my pocket for my wallet and ticket. Not there. Forgot to bring it. Not a problem. They simply called up the ticket on the computer and found the pair of pants in a snap. Reach into my pocket for cash. Whoops! Didn't have my cash either. It's in my wallet, too. Now I really like a fool and think that I've got to the leave the pants there. But they're kind at the dry cleaner and agree to let me pay next time. So on my way out for my date with Jennifer today, I'll pop by with the cash.