Patty Mayeux Blog

You would think after walking around this planet for decades, I’d have it all figured out. Nope. Too often I slap my forehead and say Duh! Why did I (or didn’t I) do that? The worst are the repeat lessons, as if the first time around the mistake was not painful enough.

Some Duhs are just plain stupid. I am red-faced to admit I’ve been toting my square laptop charger whenever I change working locations because I didn’t realize the one for my tablet works just as well. Embarrassingly Duh. Same with the struggle to keep my foot away from my open mouth even though I try to remember to WAIT (Why Am I Talking) to curtail such blurts. If not, out comes sarcasm or social faux pas. 

If you pay attention, a duh moment can morph into a life hack, like bringing post card stamps when traveling. How many times have I bought a post card only to send it from my own home later for lack of a stamp? Or packing a nightlight for middle-of-the-night bathroom visits in strange hotel rooms. I chide myself for goofs on a daily basis, but I should remember, I’ve learned some stuff, too. Duh!