Last night, I ran some errands after work-- to the grocery store to get water for my fish and lunch for myself, to the cleaners to drop off some clothes, and thence to home. I was very hungry and my day had been very draining, but that’s no excuse.
Twice on the way to the grocery store I went to shift gears, and promptly forgot what gear I was heading into from neutral. Had to look at the spedomoter to see how fast I was going and base my next gear choice on that and whether I was planning to slow down or speed up. Leaving the grocery store, I forgot which side of the road I was supposed to drive on and had to watch other drivers to figure it out. After I arrived at the cleaners, I couldn’t remember whether or not I had obeyed basic traffic laws like stopping at stop signs and using my turn signal.
Oh yeah, and if you saw a young woman taking a swig straight out of a half-gallon of milk while speeding down 394, yup. That was me.
Yeesh, I was even endangering other Dopers. I swear, I the milk helped. And if I ever feel that way again, I’ll just hunker down with some food somewhere, no matter how loudly duty calls.
Sounds like you had yourself a little low blood sugar, Beadalin. I get that too, sometimes, and it does make my brain fuzzy. One of the funny things about it is that it makes me not want to eat sometimes, too, so I just force something down my gullet, and the world comes into focus almost immediately. Hunkering down with food is an excellent idea.
Do you happen to drive a dark blue Honda, or was that some other milk-chugging psycho? But maybe that wasn’t milk. It could have been anything, I suppose. This is why I make it a point to avoid anything south of Forest Lake. (And I try not to go that far, if I can help it.)
