Old School System Failure

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In times of duress, I write the most critical information on my left hand.

Not on my palm–where it might be less noticeable–because that is less noticeable.

Also, more likely to wash away.

Now that I know better, I take notes on the triangle of flesh on the back of my hand, between my index finger and thumb.

Today when I awoke, I saw “MC” in black sharpie in my Very Important Memo triangle. MC?

I’ve spent the day ruling out a steady stream of possibilities–all clearly wrong:

  • MasterCard
  • Marginal cost
  • Memory card
  • Master of Ceremonies
  • Merry Christmas
  • Milk cows
  • Minecraft
  • Miss Congeniality
  • Motley Crue
  • Mentally challenged
  • MC Hammer?

Sigh. Any ideas?