2002-12-16 11:00 AM
Peets Don't Fail Me Now
Recent example #193410348132 of why I am a danger to myself and others before that first cup of coffee:
Me: I can't find my purse! I've looked everywhere!
TheBoy: It's under the Cook's Illustrated on the couch.
Me (lifting the magazine, then anxiously flitting off to another part of the apartment): No it's not! Waa! I can't find my purse!
TheBoy (sighing in a world-weary, been-there-done-that kind of way): Here it is, right where I told you it was.
Me (confused look): But it wasn't under the Cook's Illustrated when I looked...
TheBoy: What was under the Cook's Illustrated when you lifted it up?
Me (still confused): The New York Times magazine.
TheBoy: Right. And what was under the New York Times magazine?
Me: Um. The purse?
TheBoy: Yes. Right where it was last night.
Me: But it's morning! You can't expect me to think transitively in the morning!