Have you ever done something to really embarrass yourself and hope that no one ever finds out about it, and yet, the event had enough humor that you really want to tell someone? Well, that’s kind of the situation I am in. A few days ago, I went to Staples to buy some ink for my printer. It had been raining on and off all morning but not enough to deter me from my errands. I had just gotten in line to pay for my purchase, when the rain started to come down in buckets. I stuffed my wallet in the bag with the ink cartridge to keep it dry, waited for a lull in the rain and made a dash for my car. I popped the trunk with my handy remote and dropped the bag safely inside.
Even though it had only been a couple of minutes, by the time I climbed into my car, I was a soggy mess! I sat there for a few minutes, drying off and reviewing my errand list. Yes, I confess that I live in a land of post it notes! I think of them as little yellow memory aids. Besides, living out in the boonies it’s a real pain to get home and realize you forgot something.
The next stop was down the road at the shoe store where they carry the best socks in town. I found a parking place close by just as the rain started to get heavy again. It was going to be a quick dash in and out so I decided to leave my pocketbook in the car. I reached inside to grab my wallet but it wasn’t there! I was a little panicked as I searched through my bag. I checked the floor, I checked the seat, I checked under the seat…nothing! Many years ago, I lost my wallet and it truly was one of the worst experiences I have ever had. I didn’t have much cash but there was all the other ‘stuff’, Driver’s license! Credit card! Debit card! OMG, now I’m having a full blown panic attack! I’m talking to myself; I’m talking to the dog as I race back to Staples. Please let it still be there! I must have left it on the checkout when I took out my rewards card. I can’t believe I lost my wallet!
I screech into a parking space, the rain is now coming down in sheets…I don’t care! I run for the door and sprint to the checkout. The sales lady looks a little startled and so does the customer she is ringing up. “Sorry to interrupt but I was just here and I left my wallet, have you seen it? I blurted out all in one breath. Nonchalantly she glanced around her area. “Nope, I haven’t seen it.” My next thought was that someone must have picked it up and was about to assume my identity! Good luck if you want to be a 63 year old woman, with a maxed out credit card and a thirty-seven dollar check book balance!
As I walked back to my car, looking like a drowned rat, and about to break into tears; it suddenly hit me like a bolt of lightening! I remembered! I had put my wallet in the bag with the ink cartridge! Oh God, could I be anymore stupid? If I ever got the nerve to go back to Staples, would they cringe when they saw the ‘hysterical wallet lady’ coming through the door?
As I retrieved my precious wallet from the trunk, I collected my composure and got back in my car like nothing had happened.
Later that evening, as I attempted to tell my husband of my ‘ordeal’, I fell into fits of laughter; I’m still not sure if he knows what happened…guess he’ll just have to read my blog!
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