Walked out of work and trudged the quarter-mile in the freezing cold out to the parking garage (I work a later shift, so I very, very rarely get one of the good, close spots…they’re always gone by the time I get to work).
I spent a good five minutes wandering around the garage before remembering that I managed to snag a spot right by my building’s front door this morning. :smack:
Where do you live, Mayberry? A DIME? wow
After moving house recently, one of my bras went missing. Annoying, but I just assumed it had got lost in the move.
Cut to three weeks later, and I’m packing to go to my mum’s for Christmas, and I discover ANOTHER bra is missing. One of favourites, too. So I check the laundry basket, empty out all my drawers, unpack my case in case I’d already put it in there…nothing. So…
“Babe, have you seen my purple bra?”
“No. Have you checked the wardrobe/under the bed/washing machine?”
NO NO NO! By this point, I’m getting annoyed, and I’m on the verge of accusing Crusoe of stealing my underwear. I mean, to lose one bra is unfortunate, but two inside of a month?! That’s downright suspicious.
Just then:
“You’re not wearing it, are you?”
*Opens shirt, looks down… :smack:
I have wanted a certain TV for over a year - specific size, brand, etc. It had all the options I wanted, all the features, it was my TV.
I could have bought it straight away, but I didn’t want to pay quite so much for it - so I watched sales, checked the Sunday paper weekly, saw it at stores from time to time…I was ready to get this set.
Then Saturday, I saw it at Costco for the price I wanted to pay - but I was in a hurry, so I told myself I’d be back on Sunday.
Went Sunday, and there it was. I had a long talk with this guy (and his adorable little girl) about tvs and what I was looking for & all the rest of it. As though I actually knew something. And I got it onto my cart, and wheeled it out to the car to find out that though the interior of the car was big enough for the TV, I’d have to violate the laws of physics to get the TV into the interior.
The trunk and doors were just too small.
So I had to turn straight around and return it.
The people at the return line laughed. I laughed. It was pathetic.
Did you try taking it out of the box? I used to work at Wal Mart and I had to do that for a lot of customers when I was helping them load large purchases.
When I signed up for classes this semester I knew Thursdays would be busy for me…but I got all the classes I wanted and they all fit into my schedule.
I start at 8am and have an hour break after that class, but after that I go straight through until 5:30. That includes a three-hour lab immediately followed by another two-hour lab, plus one more class after those labs. What was I thinking? No lunch break, nothing. I can eat at 9am, but with the walking times between buildings I have to hurry throughout the day, so eating is pretty much out.
I got a little too angry at my son for not bringing the garbage cans in from the curb. I had asked him twice before and when I got home last night they were still there. Yes I had the right to be upset but not THAT upset.
I left my keys at home this morning, too. The worst of it was;
I remember picking them up, about five minutes before I was leaving. Then I picked up the book I was reading to put it into my bag. SO I must have exchanged book for keys. :smack:
I am the only one in the office today.
Which means I have to let myself in and out of the door, which locks.
I went to a ATM. Put in my card…typed in my PIN…asked for £20…machine gave me my card… I left. Forgeting to wait for the money. :smack: I didn’t realise until I was trying to pay for something later on. “Sorry about this. I know I’ve got the money somewhere…” :smack: again.
(This was last year some time.)
On more the one occasion I have had the following conversation -
Me - “Shit! I’ve lost my phone!”
Fiance - “How do you think you’re talking to me?”
went to a training class, away from most civilization, and brought a nice big salad with me for lunch. Forgot a fork, and had nothing else to eat. Ate it with my fingers.
**Monday: ** Stabbed myself in the finger with my pocket knife.
Monday night: Stabbed myself in another finger with a kitchen knife, while cutting limes. :eek:
Tuesday: Closed the car door and jammed the buckle of my seatbelt into my hip so hard, I have a three inch round bruise.
Tuesday night: Grabbed a pool ball on the table and went to hit it into another ball (like playing air hockey) and smashed my knuckle.
Wednesday: Got a paper cut on my tongue while sealing an envelope.
Wednesday, 2 minutes later: Got a paper cut under my nose while sniffing an envelope.
Just now: Went to rub my left eye and managed to gouge myself right under it with my thumb nail.
Somebody save me.
I can’t think of a specific moment, but I know this has happened to me more than once:
Every once in a while, I’ll be looking around the house frantically for an important item (like my cellphone or wallet), sometimes for 5 minutes or more. Only then do I realize that I’ve been holding the damn item the entire time.
I was expecting a call from a friend today so naturally, I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. For a phone call. :smack: At least I had minty fresh breath for the rest of the afternoon.
Got to the door of my flat. Check my left pocket for the keys. D’oh, forgot the keys. Went back downstairs to sit around and wait for my flatmates to get back, takes half an hour. Well, at least it was indoors. Half an hour later, step into my room.
Hey! No keys on the table! Did I drop them somewhere?!?! Frantically check table/floor
Sigh.
Empty right pocket (which usually had only my phone in it). Feel something metallic and KEY-ish. :smack:
My mom used to live next door to a woman who was apparently quite a character. She had a sick dog, so while talking on the phone, she got all the dog’s pills and set them out neatly, got distracted by the conversation, and took all the dog’s medication. Luckily, none of them were bad for humans.
Oh the irony of your username… :eek:
I bounced a cheque.
I feel like an irresponsible moron.
I wish I’d done something mildly amusing, instead.
I had to shoot my mouth off about evolution vs. creationism, yes I had to shoot my mouth off… :smack: