Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.
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This was originally posted on my old blog on January 15, 2011. For context, at the time I wrote this post, my wife and I were bicoastal. We had a condo in San Francisco and an old single-family home back east. For a few years we spent the winters in San Francisco and the summers in New England.
I know I am not the only person whose brain occasionally disengages. Fortunately for me, such incidents are relatively few and far between, which is good. But when they do happen, they tend to either cost me money or to be embarrassing at best and mortifying at worst.
I experienced a brain fart when I was back east a few weeks ago. My wife had purchased a 3-step “slimline ladder” from Frontgate, a web retailer, for our condo in San Francisco. The beauty of this ladder is that it folds very flat and when so folded, it is only around two inches thick. Given the relatively small size of our condo, every space-saving device is highly prized.
Frontgate was offering free shipping on this remarkably thin device, so my wife ordered the stepladder, charged the $99 to our credit card, and had it shipped to the condo. Or so she thought.
I’m not sure if my wife suffered her own brain fart when she was finalizing her online order or if it was the good folks at Frontgate who had one, but regardless of fault, the stepladder ended up being shipped to our home in New England, which happens to still be our official billing address, rather than to our condo in San Francisco.
Okay, no big deal, right? It so happened that, shortly after we discovered this shipping snafu, I was planning to be back at the house in New England for a few days. The well thought-through plan was for me to simply take the misdirected product to my local UPS Store and have it shipped to us where we are currently residing instead of where we aren’t currently residing.
And so, on a cold and snowy New England Saturday in early January, I loaded the stepladder into my all-wheel-drive Subaru and took the short drive to the local UPS Store, where I arranged to have it shipped to our condo in San Francisco. The very accommodating guy at the UPS Store diligently weighed and measured the box. Then he quoted the price to ship it to San Francisco: $171.
Normally my brain would have been firing on all cylinders, with synapses crackling like tiny little lightning bolts inside my skull. The calculation would have been so elementary as to almost be unconscious. $171 is way more than the $99 (including shipping) we paid for the ladder. I should have just gone back to my house, logged-on to the Frontgate website, and ordered another stepladder for $99 and had it shipped for free to our condo in San Francisco, thus saving me $72. Duh!
But at that precise moment I suffered a serious brain fart and without hesitation, I handed my credit card to the friendly UPS guy behind the counter and said, “Alrighty, then, let’s do it.”
You know when all of a sudden you have a realization…a sudden, new insight…about something? Sometimes it takes a while for this “aha!” moment to materialize. In my case it took about five days after the incident for me to internalize my heretofore unrecognized brain fart. I was already back in San Francisco and was in bed attempting to fall asleep one night when seemingly out of nowhere came such a moment, but in this case, for me, it was more of a “WTF” moment.
Shit! I paid close to twice as much to ship the stepladder to San Francisco as it would have cost me to simply buy another new one and have it shipped for free to the correct address!
I started to toss and turn. I broke out into a cold sweat. Did I actually do that? I wondered to myself. What was I thinking?
I was overcome by a feeling of shame and anxiety. I became filled with dread. After all, I’m getting up there in years. Was this a sign of the impending doom? Was my brain beginning to malfunction, its neurons misfiring? Was I starting to forget basic logic and losing my ability to think and reason? Was I suffering early onset Alzheimer’s?
I have since determined that this brain fart, as distressing as it was, was an uncommon, isolated incident. My brain has since been functioning quite successfully and I am pleased to conclude that I am still of sound mind and that I suffered nothing more than a poorly timed and somewhat costly brain fart.
Nothing to worry about, though. Everyone one of us, at one time or another, occasionally has a brain fart. It’s just that some brain farts, like the one I had at the UPS Store, are more stinky than others.