“What was it?”
“Um” … Long pause. No pressure. “Crunchy?”
I begin to shuffle through memories in my head … GA. CA. Last few meals out. Last few meals picked up.
No memory. Reading the choices doesn’t help.
Two cars are now lined up in the rain behind me.
No sudden remembrance echoing in my brain. “Just pick something.” Of course, I cannot say it out loud. The person listening to the order must think I’m crazy
I consumed it last time. It was an unexpected treat. It was like no other lunch order. Today, as I’m trying to remember any of the details, I’m coming up blank. NADA.
I read back through the list.
Now there are three cars lined up. Decisions are apparently beyond me today.
“Do you have the Doritos?” my sister leans across and asks.
The voice in the metal bucket says, “Yes.” And I take a big breath. Solution.
No memory loss here.
I didn’t see the menu before.
I didn’t order it.
I just ate it.
Semi-randomly, I choose. I think it’s one of three items. I choose the first. Soon I will find out if I was able to guess correctly.
When you can’t respond quickly and easily to a question, what’s your response? Are you calm? Are you panicking? How do you move on?
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