Wednesday, March 19, 2008

A Parade of Stupid

I amaze myself sometimes.

Like the other night when I was driving home from church, I couldn't figure out why all these people were flashing their brights. There was enough traffic where it didn't occur to me right away that they might be flashing them at me (I know, how clueless is that?). So what are my initial thoughts? "Stupid MN drivers," I think. My disdain for MN drivers runs deep. They're even worse than CA drivers, which speaks volumes. I'll have to post on this someday, but for now, it doesn't matter what I think of MN drivers, because that is not the point. The point is that I mentally cursed the lot of them for a variety of general bad driving offenses before finally realizing that the reason that every car I passed flashed their brights was because I didn't have my lights on. And it was pitch black outside. Oh, and it was snowing too.

Then yesterday morning a co-worker asked me for some information on one of our properties. She gave me the correct address to the property. I had been working on another property, however, so when she messaged me the address, my little brain didn't even register that it was a different property than the one I had been working on. So then I proceeded to rant about how I had already provided this information to the person who had asked her for it, and then she, in turn, trying to be a good co-worker, corrected this person for asking for the same information twice, and informed them that I had already provided them with this information, and that it was still sitting on their desk. It was only after all this occurred that I realized my mistake.

But the best was yesterday morning's wardrobe malfunction. I was wearing black dress slacks that had a button, two hooks, and a zipper. I remembered to fasten the hooks and the button before leaving the house, and then walked around the office for an hour before realizing that I had failed to dress myself entirely.

Oi vay.


Dorky Dad said...

You totally sound like me. Especially the cursing at drivers part. And the not dressing yourself properly part. But not that driving-with-lights-off part because that's just silly.

Carolee said...

We all have those kind of days. Oh well, tomorrow is another day.

Queen Goob said...

So....did you blast your coworker yesterday morning before or after you zipped your pants? If it was before, don't worry, I'm sure they understood. After? Nothing that a batch of chocolate chips cookies won't cure!

Mrs. R said...

Dorky Dad--I meant to turn the lights on. Honest. It's just that with the gloves I had on I couldn't feel that it hadn't clicked twice. Plus the lights inside the car were on, so I didn't think anything of it. The lights inside the car shouldn't come on if your outside lights aren't turned on.

Carolee: Thanks. Yeah, I did manage to make it through the next day without any major disasters.

Queen: Of course it was before! Could it have happened any other way?

damon said...

Don't be too hard on yourself. Those other drivers deserved the lashing for something else they've done. Chalk it up to bad timing.

Colleen said...

I've had many a day like that! Don't feel bad, when I wear pants with all of those buttons & hooks, I tend to forget the zipper too.