memories

[waider]

There's something weird about the things I remember, and the things that trigger recollections of those things. Case in point: standing in the kitchen with a girlfriend, trying to open a bag of cashew nuts by pulling apart the seam at the top (as indicated, I might note, on the bag itself). Realising that it's one of those all-too-common bags where the alleged perforation/weak point is in fact stronger than the rest of the bag, I mutter, "this is going to end in tears", and she giggles at that. Now I find myself pretty much reliving that moment any time I'm opening any sort of similar bag in the kitchen. Weird thing to remember, and to remember in such detail no less.

(The bag, incidentally, did not give way showering cashews all over the kitchen, and thus there were no tears.)