My brain apparently has a pause button on it. Unfortunately, I don't get to decide when to push it; it's in charge as usual.
Many examples, all forgotten--walk into a room, wrong one, why, oh yeah, other room, why, oh yeah, do, redo.
Justin brews the coffee. I wait, impatient for my first injection of caffeine. I watch carefully the pot and the top brewer.
"It's dripping! I think there's something wrong." A pause of silence draws out between Justin and I, until he speaks with his face still perplexed.
"That's why it's called drip coffee."
I already know and bashfully move to another room.