It's almost like being a parking meter good samaritan but not...

I slid my card in the laundry room to dry my clothes only to then push the button for the wrong (occupied) dryer, thus giving the lucky or unlucky guy or gal another whole 60 minutes on their drying when all they had left was 11 minutes. Not only did that cost me an extra buck, but it prevented me from actually drying my own clothes since the stupid machine thought I had started already.

I surely need a better excuse for my brain farts now and then. They seem to happen too often that it could be a chronic condition.