I remember I used to go with mother to the laundromat where eternity is called a “drying cycle”. To pass the time, I used to watch people to see how many quarters people would put into the slot before it started. I was disappointed around the 20th time when I realized it never changed.
I remember when I was ten and I was out mowing the grass. I recall thinking to myself that the yard would look really neat if I strategically placed a mohawk right down the center.
My dad didn’t share my artistic vision and informed me “You missed some”.