I’ve been a little out of it in the last week. Don’t ask me why. Let’s blame it on being sleep deprived. Or blame
it on my lengthy To-Do list. Heck, let’s blame it on my hair color. Whatever.
I can’t even get huffy about that last thing because there have been some definite blonde moments
lately.
Take last Thursday evening, for instance. I had to run to two different stores to
prepare for the surprise party we were having that weekend and it was getting
perilously close to closing time.
But first I had to stop at the gas station. It had been a couple weeks since I’d fueled up
and the car was gasping so I didn’t think I’d even make it to the two different
stores unless I stopped.
Knowing that time was of the essence, I had already flipped the switch
to open the door to the tank and had credit card in hand. I got out of the car
and was all ready to swipe my card with one hand while twisting the gas cap
open with the other…except there was no partially opened door to the gas
tank. Instead, I was looking at a
smooth, unbroken expanse of white paint.
Huh? I was completely and utterly
baffled. If someone were drawing me as a cartoon, there would've been a big question mark over my head. But…all I
could think was, where did the opening
for the gas tank go??
And then I realized.
The last several times I had filled up a gas tank, it was on my Dad’s car when I drove them back from
Cape Cod– and the tank is on the driver’s side. MY gas tank, on the other hand,
is on the passenger side.
Yeesh. Even though nobody was
paying a bit of attention to me, I got totally embarrassed and felt my face
flush beet red.
And then I hopped back in the car and drove around the station so my
passenger side was closest to the pump and I could actually reach the gas tank.
As I filled up, I kept shaking my head and rolling my eyes at my dopey
move. But at least I hadn’t already swiped my credit card. Had I done that, I would have had to try to
change directions at the same pump – and I guarantee you that either (a) I
would’ve had to perform car maneuvers far beyond my capabilities, or (b)
another car would’ve sneaked into my spot.
Confusion would have ensued. And then I would’ve gotten into an argument
with a total stranger. Hey, what can I
say? Gasoline is just too expensive for
me to be filling up the gas tank for someone I don’t know.
Despite my misstep, I managed to fuel up and get to my two stores to
order party food. And all before closing time.
Happy endings I can live with.
There have been other blonde moments recently, too. (Wow. Who knew I’d prefer calling them blonde
moments, over, say, early senility!) But
I don’t really want to tell you about swiping my Kroger’s frequent shopper’s
card instead of my credit card at Costco (and getting frustrated when it wouldn’t
accept it as payment), or wearing my shirt inside out for an entire day. The thing that concerned me most about that last
thing is that nobody said a word. Did
THEY not notice? Or were they shaking their heads in sorrow for my formerly
(somewhat) sharp mind and on my behalf mourning its loss?
Who knows. I am just hoping that I can catch up on my sleep a little
this weekend and can brush away some of those cobwebs. And, heck we have that
whole “Fall Back” thing to look forward to.
I will be glad to gain an hour this weekend. Let’s just hope I remember to change all our
clocks so that I don’t show up for work an hour early on Monday morning. I do that and for SURE they’ll admit me somewhere for
testing.
So Happy October, everyone! Enjoy your weeke... Excuse me? What did you say?
Heh, heh. Why, yes, I do realize it's November. I was, um, just testing you to see if you read all the way to the end...!
