You Know It

Don't you love it when you KNOW something? You just know it so hard and so surely. In fact, there is a kernel of pride in the knowing because it is something you shouldn't ought to know. You make big decisions based on this prized knowledge because it is the one for-sure thing that you definitely remember. No matter what-all else might come shattering down like a ceiling of glass, you know this. And yet . . . you eventually discover that you have somehow got it wrong? How? And yet, you did! Like today I thought I was so clever. I took the train into Albuquerque, then took the bus to the intersection that the "ABQ-ride" customer service line told me was closest to the computer-fixit place. I was so sure I remembered this place was right near the Flying Star cafe, so I walked from the bus stop north, it must have been thirty blocks or more, to the Flying Star, cursing ABQ-ride all the way, only to discover that I had walked the wrong way. I turned around and walked all the way back, another thirty blocks. It turns out the computer fixit place was nowhere near the Flying Star. It was a half-block from the bus stop in the other direction. By the time I got there I had a burning heel blister and chapped thighs and when I stopped walking, my legs started shaking like the windsock in Sandía Gorge. But didn't I just know it!