The other day at the bank I couldn’t figure out how to get out the door.  It wouldn’t do the automatic open thing.  It was a small thing and it had no automatic doors.  I asked the people how to get out of the door.  “Push!” they said.

I’m sure I’m their laughingstock for years to come.

The truth was I really didn’t know how to go through the door.  Dementia forming?  Or just a funny moment.

I don’t know.