Twice Is a Coincidence
I seem to have gotten into the unfortunate habit of playing April Fool’s jokes on myself.
As I was getting ready for work this morning, I discovered that my wallet was missing from my purse. Despite a complete and total lack of caffeine, I remembered that I’d put it in my jacket pocket when I went out to get pizza last night. I even managed to find the jacket…at which point I discovered that the wallet wasn’t in the jacket pocket after all. Nor was it in the general vicinity of the jacket. Or any of the usual places in the house where I hide things from myself. I know, because I checked three times.
That was when I started getting nervous, wandering through the house in an increasingly agitated and less effective manner. Finally, I went and searched my purse a second time, then the trunk of the car. Then the inside of the car, figuring I might have left it on the seat. Or in the glove compartment. No luck. I became convinced that a) I had somehow managed to drop it in the fifteen steps from the door of the pizza place to my car and b) I was not only going to be late to work, I wouldn’t have any lunch money when I got there, and I wouldn’t have my ATM card or my driver’s license.
Panic ensued.
After my fourth and fifth fruitless passes through the house, I went back out to the car again, and opened the driver’s side door. The light had improved enough in the garage that I could spot the black wallet against the dark gray carpet of the car’s floor…peeking out from under the driver’s seat.
Then, all I had to do was find where I’d set my keys down during the wallet hunt.
Sometimes, I think about blogging something and decide it isn’t funny enough. Then, I tell myself “hey, it’s a life, not a sitcom.” I’m beginning to think I may be wrong.
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