Like Bruce Willis

This little anecdote can be filed under old habits. I went to the store today. Because I needed to pick up some toilet paper, I headed down the aisle for paper products. I passed the plastic bags of various sizes and rolls of aluminum foil and plastic wrap. Out of the corner of my eye, I see cupcake wrappers. For those of my imaginary readers who may not know, my ex-girlfriend, El, bakes gourmet cupcakes in her spare time. (I see that she has now expanded her empire to facebook and twitter.) As I passed by those shelves, I had the fleeting thought that El is probably running low on cupcake wrappers, so I should pick some up for her. It was a eerie déjà vu-like feeling.