This morning while making breakfast, I could only find one of the two containers of orange juice I bought during my late night run to Walmart last night. I remembered buying two, because I noticed that I’d grabbed two different brands of OJ instead of the same one, as I was putting my items on the belt-thing at checkout. So I looked everywhere. Even the cabinets, thinking maybe because I was tired that I put it in there. But no sign of it, so I just made one can.
I just went to get the mail, and whaddaya know - I found it. On the ground outside. Obviously dropped it outside while trying to straddle and climb over the beams that make up my frame-only front porch - with full hands of course.
At least my mind is at peace now. I’ve thought about that darned orange juice a couple of times already today.
