Today, I drove 20 miles to the next town to purchase a printer cartridge, milk, and items for Dave’s basic lunch. It was only after each item was carefully selected, placed on the conveyor belt and rung up by the cashier that I realized I didn’t have my debit card.

I had forgotten that I lost it.

It’s this sort of stuff that makes me think that the purpose of my life is only to make everyone else feel better about theirs.