I forgot to tell you, I had a new, and stunningly bad, senior moment on Wednesday night. As we left the shop after finishing our packaging marathon, the alarm wouldn’t set. I tried it the long way, with the full code (which I normally do) then the short way with the zone button and “Yes” (and then the Zone Button with “No” just in case – I never can remember, which is why I use the long way). It just wouldn’t set.
Then it occurred to me that I was using the wrong code. I don’t actually remember the numbers, just the position of the buttons and, at that point, realised I had even forgotten that.
How do you get into a shop in the morning by using the code and forget it six hours later? Easily, it would seem.
You are reading the blog of a man who stood at an ATM and forgot his PIN, so I do have form for random amnesia. The bank, at the time, told me not to worry, as dozens of people forget their PIN number every day. It’s not really a great comfort. Other people forgetting things is comedy gold, but when I do it, I find it quite worrying.
Yes, I did finally get it set, in case you are wondering. I’m forgetful, not stupid. I rang my workmate and asked him what the code was. It’s not actually the first time I’ve forgotten it as I once came back from holiday and realised, as the alarm went off, that I’d forgotten the code, so they are used to working with a bumbling fool.
I can definitely relate to this! It’s reassuring to know that forgetfulness happens to everyone, even if it is a little worrying when it happens to us personally.
Yes, it’sillogical, but I do feel slightly happier to find it happens to others too. 🙂
I. used to think it wouldn’t happen to me – at least I think I thought that
Ha! Two good points in one reply. 🙂
It happens to all of us Simon.
That is some comfort, though it still took me by surprise.
It is an all too familiar story.
🙂 I seem to be having these episodes with increasing regularity.
It is an all too familiar story.
I’m sure I will learn to live with it. If not, I may, like my father, just grin and let myself drift gently away onto a different plane.
You are not alone, my friend. I cannot tell you how many times a week one of my (30 – 65 year old) clients text me to ask for codes. It is constant. xo
🙂 There is, I admit, some comfort in being part of a community of forgetful old fogies.