Misplaced thoughts

I was coming out of the grocery store when I saw a middle-aged man on his knees searching for something, so I asked if there was anything I could do. He said, ‘Oh, how sweet of you. It seems I’ve misplaced my thoughts and can’t find them anywhere!’

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