So, I get into Marks and Spencer and find that they still have some of the really good weekend sandwiches left. And there’s one ‘new york deli pastrami’ left (high protein content too - bonus since today I worked out before work). RESULT! I grab it, Go off to the readymeals area, grab a chili-con-carne which I haven’t had for a while. My day for eating is set!
I stand in the queue, someone is standing too close behind me (read the pet hates thread), meh I don’t care I’m looking forward to nom-ing my sandwich.
I get to the till, hand over the items, hear the amount, dip hand in pocket,
ah, I cleared it of all but essentials before I set off for work… My debit card must be somewhere though, when things go back in the debit card is always first!
Debit card isn’t there. FUCK!. I put some other things back (some cds I’d borrowed, a photo I had been asked to retouch) but not the debit card. WHY!?
Had to abandon the transaction and now I’m hungry.
I usually have quite a lot of cash on my too, but not today (when clearing out pockets paper money is second to go back after debit card… but I didn’t have any paper money)
Arse.
I walked out of the house today with all my cards, my cell phone and my Burt’s Bees cuticle cream (which I bought last week on suggestion from the mini-rants thread), but I forgot my keys!! Luckily I work with my fiance and he forgot a flash drive that he needed, so he went home and grabbed my keys on his coffee break, but still.
I was going to have a baked potato for dinner last night. Unfortunetly, I forgot one crucial step in the preparation of said potato, and the damned thing detonated in my oven.
Blah, my (not so) uncharacteristic lapse in concentration Sunday got me a lifelong scar.
I was going into a restaurant to get lunch and I was in a rush to pick up my food and get back to work. This place has two doors, an outside door leading into a foyer to keep the cold out, then an inside door. I was in too much of a hurry and didn’t see the “Watch Your Step” sign and tripped over a lip on the first doorway. I went flying headlong into the doorknob of the second door. Luckily I had my glasses on or I’m sure I would be missing an eye right now. The doorknob smacked (and mangled) my glasses and the brunt of the doorknob went smashing into my eyebrow. It took me a couple of minutes to get myself oriented and get up, I was so surprised.
I didn’t feel anything but one of the people from the restaurant who came rushing over said I was bleeding. Sure enough, I had a big gash that took hours to quit bleeding no matter how much pressure I put on it. Who knew that eyebrows bled so much?! I really should have gone to get stitches but I have no health insurance and no way was I going to pay hundreds of dollars for a silly mistake. As it was I had to leave work early. But now I have a big gaping gash. At least it’s right in the eyebrow so the hair will camouflage the scar. I’m always terrified of life-changing accidents and this could have been one if not for my glasses. I am so grateful that the glass was strong and didn’t break. I plan to buy more glasses at the same place.
The people at the restaurant were all concerned and freaked because I was bleeding so much (thank goodness I was wearing a black top), but I kept saying “It’s ok, it’s ok, I have to get back to work.” It kinda pissed me off that the place still charged me for my take-out, not that that will keep me from going back. I love their food (it’s a Pakistani restaurant). I’ll just be more careful going in.
