I happened to do something today which was vaguely absent-minded. I was told a story of a friend's history professor at university.
I was so taken with this wee story that I just have to share it.
The Professor was a creature of habit. Whenever he walked to the University from home, halfway there he would light his pipe and smoke it until he entered the University. One day the pipe wouldn't light because of the wind blowing onto his face. So the Professor turned round and put his back to the wind. When the pipe was lit he continued walking............in the direction he was facing........until he arrived back home.
I didn't feel so bad after that.