Once every three days or so I go to my father’s to help him out with a little issue. Nothing major, and I am not going to share details. Suffice to say that the visits require me to bring scissors. You don’t need to know why, but they do.
I am going over to his place on the way home from work today. It’s been on the books all week. I’ve known about it for days and days.
When I left the house this morning I forgot to bring scissors.
You absent minded doofus.
Moron.
There is a drug store right near his place. I will stop and get a pair. That’s not the point though. The point is that I am an idiot.
Q.E.D.
Inside the Red Head's Head 
Sounds like I’m not the only one who’s hard on himself when he messes up. Give yourself a break, brother.
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Please don’t run, nor stab anyone, with scissors!
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