You spill a hot cup of coffee on yourself and don't have any mending.

You cut yourself at work and are frustrated that your moss tattoo
and clotting aren't doing anything.

You need to pick up a friend for a party and are frustrated when you can't
morph into wyvern or eagle to hoist them.

You need to get somewhere fast and are frustrated that you can't open a
grove gate.

You get into a bar fight and can't KaiCripple or Enfeeble them.

You find you can't guildfavour one of your co-workers for helping you with
a big assignment.

You walk around say "Bah" and "Erk" and "Sigh" all day.

You realize that goldenseal won't REALLY cure the idiot next to you.

You can't mind lock your wife. Nuff said.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Valnuary, in the year 261 AF.