I'm going on a long trip, and as I'm almost to the airport I realize that I forgot to bring any pants at all, except the ones I have on. I guess I wasn't sure, because of my foot (in real life, I can take my cast off now, so I can wear normal pants), which pants to bring, so I was putting the decision off until the last minute to see whether I'd be wearing the cast or not. And then I forgot entirely. Well, I guess I will have to buy some pants somewhere.

Later I'm preparing to return. I think my Auntie Sharon is there, and as I'm packing, they comment on how many guitar picks I have. There are several dozen of them in a tidy pile as I prepare to put them in my baaggage. Yeah, I say, I always have a pocket full of picks.