Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Add this to my long list of DUH
This morning I was doing the usual getting ready for work thing… get my lunch together, my vitamins for the day, get dressed, etc. I noticed the garbage in the bathroom was full so I tied it up and set it by the front door so I could dump it on my way to the car. (Stay with me now, it gets better.) I discovered that my sweetheart had forgotten her phone on the kitchen table, so I put it in the bag with my lunch, vitamins and bills so I can drop it off at her office during lunch. (How lucky am I do be able to work 2 miles away from my honey?)
So I got everything ready, even remembered to brush my hair this time, and head out the door. I pick up my keys, purse and all my bags, then head out the door. I make a quick stop by the trash can to throw the garbage out, then into my car I go. It was a fairly pleasant commute. Only one idiot got in my way once.
I park my car in my usual spot and turn to collect my stuff to head into the office. Somthing’s missing. Only my purse is there. Wait, I know I brought my bag of stuff out. It has to be in here. I check under the seat and look over in the back seat. (Isn’t it so funny how we start checking places we know we would never put something? It’s irrational yet we hope beyond hope it might be there anyway.) I’m baffled. I could have sworn I took everything with me out of the house. I remember… no. Nonono. Tell me I didn’t do that. Tell me I did not just throw all the bags I was carrying into the trash!
I think I did. Crap. My honey’s cell phone is in the garbage. Thank god I don’t live in an apartment with a dumpster. But I still have to rummage through our trash can when I get back home. That’ll be fun. I think I’ll call her phone before I start just to see what it sounds like when a phone rings from within a trash can. Gotta get your kicks where you can. It’s the only way to keep from crying.
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