I've been a bit scatterbrained lately. I need warmth and vitamin D to perform at optimal levels.
Yesterday, on my way to work, I stopped at a Sunoco to grab a Red Bull. These little guys keep the mind sharp when seven tables all need soups, salads or Cosmopolitans.
I parked Hubby's compact commuter car right up front, grabbed $5 from my red purse, and locked the car. I left my purse in the front passenger seat. I knew I would only be ninety seconds, maybe less.
I moved swiftly, in my mommy daze, and grabbed my Red Bull. I hurried out to to the parking lot, unlocked the car and got in. I turned to put down the Red Bull, and noticed my purse was gone.
My heart jumped. Oh my gosh, my purse was stolen!
I looked around to see if it was on the floor. Maybe it fell. There was nothing.
Frazzled and confused I sat there, looking around me. This car is really clean. Where is my purse?
What's my name again?
And then it hit me, like a ton of bricks.
It wasn't my car.
It was a brown SUV, and I was sitting in the driver's seat ready to drive it to work. I tried to look inconspicuous as I opened the door and hopped in my tiny Honda two spaces down.
I think only one concerned citizen witnessed my idiocy. Thank heavens.
Have a fab Wednesday. I'm glad Tuesday is behind me.
Yesterday, on my way to work, I stopped at a Sunoco to grab a Red Bull. These little guys keep the mind sharp when seven tables all need soups, salads or Cosmopolitans.
I parked Hubby's compact commuter car right up front, grabbed $5 from my red purse, and locked the car. I left my purse in the front passenger seat. I knew I would only be ninety seconds, maybe less.
I moved swiftly, in my mommy daze, and grabbed my Red Bull. I hurried out to to the parking lot, unlocked the car and got in. I turned to put down the Red Bull, and noticed my purse was gone.
My heart jumped. Oh my gosh, my purse was stolen!
I looked around to see if it was on the floor. Maybe it fell. There was nothing.
Frazzled and confused I sat there, looking around me. This car is really clean. Where is my purse?
What's my name again?
And then it hit me, like a ton of bricks.
It wasn't my car.
It was a brown SUV, and I was sitting in the driver's seat ready to drive it to work. I tried to look inconspicuous as I opened the door and hopped in my tiny Honda two spaces down.
I think only one concerned citizen witnessed my idiocy. Thank heavens.
Have a fab Wednesday. I'm glad Tuesday is behind me.
Yesterday, on my way to work, I stopped at a Sunoco to grab a Red Bull. These little guys keep the mind sharp when seven tables all need soups, salads or Cosmopolitans.
I parked Hubby's compact commuter car right up front, grabbed $5 from my red purse, and locked the car. I left my purse in the front passenger seat. I knew I would only be ninety seconds, maybe less.
I moved swiftly, in my mommy daze, and grabbed my Red Bull. I hurried out to to the parking lot, unlocked the car and got in. I turned to put down the Red Bull, and noticed my purse was gone.
My heart jumped. Oh my gosh, my purse was stolen!
I looked around to see if it was on the floor. Maybe it fell. There was nothing.
Frazzled and confused I sat there, looking around me. This car is really clean. Where is my purse?
What's my name again?
And then it hit me, like a ton of bricks.
It wasn't my car.
It was a brown SUV, and I was sitting in the driver's seat ready to drive it to work. I tried to look inconspicuous as I opened the door and hopped in my tiny Honda two spaces down.
I think only one concerned citizen witnessed my idiocy. Thank heavens.
Have a fab Wednesday. I'm glad Tuesday is behind me.
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