I went to Staples because I needed a new toner cartridge for my printer. I've had the printer about two and a half years and purchased quite a lot of toner in that time. Standing in front of the large wall display of toners I went straight to HP then I stopped. It is 90-something. But what number? I decided it must be 92. I purchase the toner and came home. I had forgotten to take a little baggie of used toners for recycling. If I had I would have known that I my printer actually uses number 96.
However, when I paid for the toner in the first place the clerk asked for my customer card and but I lost it quite some time ago. She merely needed my phone number. Now over four years ago when I moved here I purchased something at Staples, sans customer card and told the clerk I was new here and the telephone number attached to the original card was outdated. I gave her my new telephone number. EXCEPT ... I misremembered it. What I told her was one number wrong. Ever since then, when purchasing something at Staples I give them the wrong telephone number even though the correct number comes trippingly (as they say in poetic circles) off my tongue. Today I gave the appropriate incorrect number. That I remembered correctly.
When I got home I saw that the toner I purchased was the wrong one. So I had to go back, this time taking the used cartridges for recycling, and exchanged the wrong toner for the correct one, and once again I gave the clerk the incorrect phone number that matches what they have on record. It feels like, on this St. Patrick's day, a leprechaun in my memory is playing some kind of tricks, with both wrong and right memories.
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