N is for nutty... cuz that's how I am... a little nuts, or at least a little absent-minded for sure. I thought I'd lighten things up a bit after my last couple posts and write a post about a few of the nutty things I've done that have given my husband and friends good reason to laugh, and I have to agree with them. Sometimes I worry about myself, and what I will be like in my 70s if I've already lost it this badly in my 50s! :-)
Case of the Missing Keys:
We stay up fairly late in the evenings, since we don't get home until late from work, so I have my morning routine down to getting up with just enough time to shower, dress, feed the cats, and head out the door in time to get to work. Any major delays will make me late.
One morning dressed and ready to go, I picked up my car keys and purse from the counter, stopped to grab a bottle of water from the fridge and headed for the door. As I stepped outside and turned to lock the deadbolt I realized that I no longer had my key ring. Thinking it must have slipped out of my hand, I came back inside and checked the hallways floor, and then the kitchen floor. No keys.
I checked the counter, then my pockets, and ... growing ever more frantic, the various compartments of my purse. No keys! This is a fairly large ring of keys and not that easy to overlook. I was totally puzzled and growing frazzled as the clock ticked. I was about 99% sure I had picked them up off the counter originally, so I tried to retrace my footsteps mentally. Then a possibility dawned on me... I opened the refrigerator door, and sitting on the shelf next to the bottles of water bound together in their plastic ring sat my car keys! Obviously when I stopped to pull a bottle of water loose from the pack, I had set the keys down so I could use both hands. Case solved, pounding head on fridge door for being so absent-minded!
Case of the Missing Cellphone:
One Saturday afternoon I was at home waiting for my husband to return from work. I wanted to check my text messages but was unable to locate my cellphone. Usually I keep it close at hand, but on this afternoon I wasn't able to find it anywhere. After searching for a bit, I hit upon an idea, and using the house land line telephone, I called my husband at work and asked him to call my cellphone so I could here it ringing and locate it. He did so, but pointed out laughingly that I could just as easily have called it myself using the land line phone I had just used to call his cellphone. Hmmmm, why didn't I think of that?
Case of the Misplaced Truck:
Last June found us on the road headed for the Paluxy River and a cabin I had rented for long weekend as a birthday gift to my husband. Stopping at a small town convenience store enroute for snacks and a restroom break, my husband headed back out to his big white Ford truck. After finishing my snack purchase I followed out the door, headed over to the white vehicle, and reached to open the passenger door. It was locked. Thinking that he was being funny, I looked up expecting to see him laughing. Instead, I found myself looking straight into the face of a confused and somewhat bemused lady, and only then did I realize that it wasn't our vehicle at all, but instead a white SUV.
I slunk away behind her vehicle, thankful that the door had been locked or I most certainly would have climbed in beside her! I was hoping my husband had missed this embarrassing moment, but no such luck. By the time I got to our truck, which was actually parked at the opposite end of the row, he was laughing his head off. As I climbed in red faced, he told me the lady in the SUV had looked over at him as I was attempting to enter her vehicle and he had just smiled and shrugged at her as if to say, "I'm sorry, they let her out of the home for a visit today!" We laughed at my case of mistaken identity for the next fifty miles. I'm sure the lady had a great story to share with her family as well, about some crazy woman who tried to get in her vehicle at the convenience store!
Case of the Wrong Curbside Service:
I would like to be able to say that was the only time I've misplaced our truck, but far from it. One time John was waiting for me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. I had stayed behind waiting for take-out cups for our iced tea. Arriving at the truck, I reached thru the open passenger window and handed one cup of to him as I usually do, so that I can climb in with the other.
I looked up to see an unknown male driver smiling broadly as he said to me, "Well thank you Ma'am!" Ooops! Not for you, sorry! Once again I slithered back to our own truck in embarassment to the laughter of my bemused husband. He has come to expect such antics from me.
I really do need to learn to pay more attention to details... like what our truck looks like! It actually has a white custom painted grill guard unlike most, a black rolltop bedcover, and a Masonic emblem on the hitch cover, so it's not all that hard to identify! I just tend to live in my own little world, happily oblivious to all that goes on around me.
Some people would say that I'm a little nutty... and they are probably right, but I'm basically harmless! :-)