On a recent crisp Saturday morning, I found myself dropping off my daughter’s car to get the oil changed. I needed to drop it off at 8 a.m. so it would be first in line. My wife said there would be a breakfast place across the street. There was not. Instead there was a group exercise place across the street. I didn’t want to exercise or go to the effort to meet a group that I could exercise with at that hour. I just wanted an egg-and-cheese sandwich on a hard roll. I decided I would get my exercise by walking to my sandwich.
I was a few blocks from the Staples on the circle at Exit 24. I remembered a sandwich place next to Staples and Verizon. I optimistically walked over to get my sandwich. I was wrong. When was the last time I was there?