It’s another symptom of adult attention deficit disorder, thought studder, or whatever you want to call it that happens with frequency when stress, distraction or overload is the mode of the day. It would be most annoying if I didn’t usually find it absolutely funny.
The phone call
Store Clerk: May I help you?
Me: Yes, well, I hope so… I’m looking for the, the…
Me: Sorry, I’m having a moment, I can’t think of what it’s called…
Me: It’s the stuff that’s under the deck that catches the water that drains off decks, do you know what I mean?
Me: Do you have some?
Clerk: It’s in stock.
Me: Great, how much is it?
Clerk: um… What’s it called?
Me: I don’t know.
Clerk: It’s over by the corrugated roofing supplies.
Me: Okay… Can you look it up?
Clerk: I need the name.
Me: Yes, me too. That’s why I called.
Clerk: Can you hold on? I can go look.
Me: Sure, I’ll hold.
Clerk: Hi, Are you there?
Clerk: It’s Deck Drain.
He continued and gave me the size and price information.
Clerk: No problem.