No wonder my parents are always telling me to be careful when I cross the road (and I'm not 8 years old.) They obviously know/sense that I don't know what's going on around me.
This afternoon at my office I went downstairs to the postroom to get some chips (they call them crisps here!) from the vending machine. The postroom has been rearranged and I asked one of the guys "is the vending machine still here?" He looked amused and said "no, it's just outside the door." I had just walked past THREE vending machines.
I have also been known to not notice when a tree has been chopped down outside my house. That sort of thing.
It sort of amuses and scares me at the same time. Of course, it is especially likely to happen if I am preoccupied with many complicated and tiring thoughts and though that's kind of always the case for me (or most of the time), it has been particularly so this week.