I honestly don't know what's wrong with me. "Scatter-brained" doesn't really cut it: if my ass wasn't attached to my legs, I'd walk away from it and forget where I left it. In my time I have lost: car keys, horse blankets, entire book bags filled with all my binders and text books etc, untold amounts of student id's and security passes. Seriously, like huundreds of them.When I get home, I have a cup by door which the keys go into immediately, otherwise who knows where they might end up.
I once found them in the fridge. Also, once in my shoe rack.
There is no fear like the fear I've just had a dose of: the loss of the atm card. Did I leave it at the theater seeing "Be Kind Rewind" did I leave it in the Pok Pok bathroom? Where is it? WHERE IS IT?
In my bag, you jackass. The rush of relief is immediately tempered by the rising swell of shame that you were such a fucking knothead that you didn't think to make sure it was in your pocket before you went to dinner.
Ugh. It's like I'm always 14 and am always frantically looking for my headgear.
2 comments:
Nod, I hate loosing such things, and tend to be entirely habitual about where I put them to avoid having to hunt for them. I even have favorite parking sections at malls, it narrows the search area if I happen to forget where I parked.
Since Thai is one of the cusines I like and Pok Pok is within driving distance, I'm curious how it was, especially since the reviews on the page you linked seem rather mixed.
If you like Lebanese also, Yahala (www.yahalarestaurant.com) has quite a few vegetarian options, and the food is superb. It's also popular, so allow plenty of time.
Ok, this post is officially a bad influence. After the first comment, I headed out to see "Definitely, Maybe". I realized I needed to swing by an ATM, so I pulled into the local branch, got out, left the car door open, dealt with the machine and then reached into my pocket for my car keys.
Quite disturbingly, they were not there. I looked around on the ground, checked all of my pockets again, and after about 20 seconds, sheepishly realized they were in the ignition because the car was still running. Sigh. Time for sleep.
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