It was 2 am, and I was struck by the most indisputable case of The Munchies.

I needed... Nachos.
Nachos was my singular goal.

I was so intent, so focused, on my goal, and so familiar with the route, that I was at the corner store without registering the distance nor time it had taken.

It wasn't until I got home, still shoveling corn chips into my face, that it hit me - the store had burned down a week ago.

...The heck was I eating?!

This reminds me of an Edie Brickell lyric I same briefly with a group years ago:

"How can that dog be barking in the back yard?
We ran over him years ago."

@naugeleh It's a trope I don't see as often as I used to. Not sure why. I think I just read less Goosebumps these days. 😅

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