I Robot

Yesterday, Arnie threw out his back and asked me to get him some Advil and a cup of Mt. Dew to take it with. I went into the kitchen, got the Advil from the pantry, poured a cup of Mt.Dew, put the pill in my mouth, swallowed some Mt. Dew, remembered that I don't like Mt. Dew that much, remembered that I wasn't the one who was supposed to take the pill, and expressed thankfulness that it was only Advil and not some sort of testosterone increasing pill that would send me to Eckerd the next morning looking for a depilatory cream for my new mustache.

Sometimes I move through my life so robotically.