Chronos wrote:
... on occasion I find myself in a situation where my brain is taxed trying to process to many things at once ...
... and sometimes I cannot even speak at all.
In boot camp in the Navy in '69, I once had to pass through a security checkpoint on my way (walking) to an eye examination ... and my company commander had given me some precise instruction about doing that:
At the checkpoint, I was to approach the service window at the guardshack, snap to "attention", offer my name, rank and serial number and say, "Reporting as ordered!" At that point, I would be asked to state what I had been ordered to do, and I was to say, "To have my walking chit stamped, Sir!"
The guard at the window ended up having to ask three times before I finally said anything at all, and then I stammered, "To get my walking-stamp chit (which sounded like 'sh-t'), Sir ...", and that guard just shook his head, stamped my chit and motioned me on away from his window.
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I began looking for someone like me when I was five ...
My search ended at 59 ... right here on WrongPlanet.
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