Unraveling

Everyone falls apart in their own way when they get overtired. I forget my toothbrush this trip, then break a new one in half when I tried to rip it out of the plastic it came in, leaving myself a two inch stub that’s barely workable. Now I’ve even lost that, and though I vow to buy a new one every time I leave the room I somehow haven’t gotten around to it. I brought four pairs of glasses on the trip, sat on one pair, lost another, and I’m down to my last two.
More disturbingly, three times today someone has tapped me on the shoulder to tell me I’ve dropped a dollar out of my pocket. Now, the ratio of hundred dollar bills in my pocket to one dollar bills is something like fifteen to one, but no one’s told me yet that I’ve dropped a hundred. Could it be that I’m subconsciously more careful with the big bills, or is that people will be more honest for a dollar than a Franklin? If I make the seemingly reasonable assumption that people will be 50% honest about a $1 bill and just take the hundred, then I have theoretically dropped $9000 out of my pocket. Perhaps it's best not to dwell on this; the bulge in my case money pocket is still reassuringly thick.