Not Thinking

I was riding my bike to the grocery store and made the idiotic move of hopping off of it in the middle of the road while it was still moving, then catching my jeans on the seat and tumbling. The casual onlooker would presume I wasn't thinking. But, I was thinking that I would walk my bike home with my grocery bags, so I wanted to lock it up at the only spot that would be on my walk home so I wouldn't have to backtrack and walk all the way to the far bike rack and then back home. So you see, it's not that I wasn't thinking. I was thinking too much; I know too much.