A couple months ago now, I got all the way to Target to pick up a refill on some drugs (or maybe it was the first fill). I was walking, so I could not just turn around easily and be back before they closed as it was late in the evening by Target closing time standards. This must have been the same day that Geoff was having problems with his car. I had given him my Discover card number over the phone, a couple times, so the number was fresh in my mind. "I know this sounds strange, but I forgot my wallet at home but I know my Discover card number. Any chance I can get my refill; if you say no, I will understand." She let me!
A couple months later, I got to Target, in the car this time, and was half way to the door when I checked my back pocket for that familiar bulge. Nope. Rats! Home is not that far away, so I raced back, got on the scooter this time and made it half way to Target without my wallet. Third time was a charm that time. So today, I had problems with scooter. I was working on the cable lead on the ground side. It had come loose last time. As I worked to open the jaws at the grabbing end, I tore the whole thing apart. Sigh. Since I had both sets I keys, I jumped in the car and got to Home Depot, without my wallet.
You see, when I get home (in this case from grocery shopping), I tend to empty my pockets and strip my hands and wrists. Out comes the wallet, off comes the watch, off comes the ring of invincibility. Then I head out on an errand and the oops reflex does not kick in soon enough. You know, the Oops reflex, when your brain tells you that you forgot something just before you make a mistake, like all those times I get three steps out the door on the way to work and "suddenly remember" that I forgot my ID badge for work. I know I heard a story about this reflex and I would link to the story if I could find it. Since I can't trust my Oops reflex to remind me that I forgot my wallet, again, I will just have to be thankful that I live so close to Target.
A couple months later, I got to Target, in the car this time, and was half way to the door when I checked my back pocket for that familiar bulge. Nope. Rats! Home is not that far away, so I raced back, got on the scooter this time and made it half way to Target without my wallet. Third time was a charm that time. So today, I had problems with scooter. I was working on the cable lead on the ground side. It had come loose last time. As I worked to open the jaws at the grabbing end, I tore the whole thing apart. Sigh. Since I had both sets I keys, I jumped in the car and got to Home Depot, without my wallet.
You see, when I get home (in this case from grocery shopping), I tend to empty my pockets and strip my hands and wrists. Out comes the wallet, off comes the watch, off comes the ring of invincibility. Then I head out on an errand and the oops reflex does not kick in soon enough. You know, the Oops reflex, when your brain tells you that you forgot something just before you make a mistake, like all those times I get three steps out the door on the way to work and "suddenly remember" that I forgot my ID badge for work. I know I heard a story about this reflex and I would link to the story if I could find it. Since I can't trust my Oops reflex to remind me that I forgot my wallet, again, I will just have to be thankful that I live so close to Target.
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