Mental filing

My dad thinks it's perfectly realistic to go to the gym, stop by Home Depot, take a shower, go to the gas-station and then make the 30 minute car trip to my house, all between the hours of 1 and 2.

On the other hand, my mom is a creative personality. Moments of creative spark happen at the most importune times, and while concentrating on those, she is perfectly capable of cutting 6 women off in line to the bathroom for the simple reason that she honestly didn't see them, or drive into her own garage door because it looked farther away than it was.

Here's what we think. And by we, I mean she, but she said I could plagiarize her idea and sell it as my own.

Life happens along a space time continuum. Space and Time. So, there are Time people, and Space people. Allow me to explain.

Time people are exquisitely aware of time. Arrive punctually, know how long things will take, remember dates, can guess people's age. However, they have no concept of space. Clumsy, lose things, bump into people.

Conversely, space people are friends with the spatial dimension. They can design, contstruct, build things, estimate distances. On the other hand, they have no idea how time works, unless they're told. Late everywhere, don't remember how long ago things happened.

Well, I don't condone sweeping generalizations. But if an excuse is needed pertaining to your special flaw (be it clumsiness, or chronic tardiness), I believe this is a plausible theory.

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