My schedule was so full yesterday I barely had time to eat. I think I threw a hot dog down my throat on the way out the door to go to wal-mart. I worked 6 hours which means you only get one little 15 minute break, and I had no singles or change in my wallet so I couldn’t even get a snack. I sat in the break room drinking my delicious bottled water.
By the time I left at 10 I was half starved, so I went through the Taco Bell drive-thru (I know, I shouldn’t eat fast food so late, but every once in awhile I do). After that I put some gas in my car b/c I was really low, and I knew I wouldn’t wake up early enough to fill up before having to be at the office.
When I got home I ate what I could of my taco and put the rest in the fridge. Then I threw out my trash, yadda yadda yadda, and went to bed.
That brings me to this morning. Getting ready to leave, running a little behind, but nothing major, grab my purse and head for the door, and something wasn’t right. My purse,….it was incredibly light. ????????? That NEVER happens! :P So I looked in it real quick and my huge black titanic of a wallet is missing!! :O what?!?!? I looked all over the kitchen table, in the spot where my mom always puts my stuff if she wants it out of her sight, ran back up to my room, I was looking everywhere! I was even patting things down like a blind person trying to find their way through a room (b/c sometimes when I’m frantically looking for something I don’t see it, but if I feel it, my eyes focus on it).
Now I’m going extremely insane b/c I knew I had it the night before, and my wallet NEVER leaves my purse! I woke up my mom and she was going through all the questions. Where did you last have it, did you check your room…yadda yadda yadda. I checked my car – I thought maybe it fell out of my purse on the front seat and in the dark of night I didn’t see it. Went back to the house and said, I don’t know maybe I stuck it in the fridge w/my leftover taco (wasn’t there), or maybe I accidentally threw it away w/my Taco Bell garbage (wasn’t there—oh, and it’s not pleasant opening taco bell packages that have been in the garbage for hours!)
By this time I am so upset there is no consoling me! How can I lose my wallet in my sleep!!?!??! I tried one more trip to the bedroom to see if I overlooked it, and it was then I realized! THE GAS STATION!!!
When I went to the gas station I had my windows rolled down, and I didn’t want to roll them up b/c it was hot outside, but my purse was on the passenger seat. So I stuck my wallet under the front seat. That way if someone stuck their hand in my window and stole my purse….all they’d get is a pair of sunglasses, a nail file, every color of pen imaginable, eye drops, carmex, hair clips, and I’m sure a partially used Kleenex! (We all have those—just admit it!)
Why am I so paranoid about everything!? Who even thinks this way? B/c of my ever active imagination I ended up being really late to work, I could feel blood pulsing through my head, my heart rate was probably through the roof, and I was wrong! (I hate being wrong!) I was adamant that my wallet and purse are ONE entity and someone must have moved my wallet. I kept saying this as I was searching all through the house. It’s the worse when you’re having a bad morning, and to top it off…..you brag your way right into a great big hole that swallows you up. Then you have to eat crow, swallow your pride, and mumble out an apology.
My lesson: Next time I’m missing my wallet, I’m checking under the passenger seat in my car first thing! :P ha ha
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Don't worry, Jess. Seriously, I do the same thing! If I ever end up having to leave my purse in the car for some reason, I always put it under the front seat, and make sure that no strap or anything is showing. Nathan teases me because who does that, right?! Now I know I'm not the only one who thinks this way. In my defense, I did spend part of my growing up years in the D.C. area -- majorly high crime, okay! -- and my dad was raised in Detroit. Fortunately, I haven't been really late for anything because of this. Hopefully, I never will be :P
Don't you hate that when that happens? There have been times I've been sure Jason has misplaced my keys (b/c he often puts them in the wrong place or keeps them in his pant pockets) and then I find out I stuck them in the wrong place. Oops!
If it's any consolation, I tend to leave my purse in the car all the time and not care. (Hey, I live in a quiet town about an hour north of Philly. We tend to be a little more safe:D) Well, yesterday after I went walking with my friend, I got in my car and didn't see my purse. I panicked immediately because I thought somebody in our town actually stole my purse. (Insert sheepish laugh here) Here it was, tucked safe and sound where I had put it last: under the seat. Oh well, what are blonde moments for, other than to share with others and laugh!!!:)
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