It was the day after the storm, and the PT (Physical Therapy) hall was deserted. The PT instructor had only me to instruct, and he watched me like a hawk. I was afraid my minor omissions would catch his eye, and then my forgetfulness did. I forgot I was to stay at the last station until he returned.
When you’re old you no longer care about taking things exactly. You blunder on peaceably. And that can mean a confrontation with those in charge. Luckily he had regard for my self-image and didn’t belabor the error.
I was able to do exceedingly well on my next exercise through plentiful attention to what I was doing, and I satisfied my instructor. I’m still learning the ropes.