Had a couple of those moments yesterday.
I was at a job interview and we were discussing the company’s benefits. Their insurance company tiers the rate based on the number of dependents, he asked me how many I had. That sucked.
On the way back to my car I reached into the pocket of the jacket I was wearing and there was a piece of paper folded up in the pocket. I pulled it out and it turns out I haven’t worn the jacket in almost exactly nine months since what I was looking at was the program from Kev’s funeral. That kind of sucked too.