You guys, I feel so dumb today. I left for work at the same time as Mr. Smock; I walk, he takes a bus. And when I got to work I realized that I left my keys at home! So not only was I locked out of my office, I will also be locked out of my apartment when I go home (and I get home about 2 hours before Mr. Smock). I had to borrow a key to my office for the day, and it looks like I'll have to take a bus to Mr. Smock's work (~25 min. each way) at the end of my day to get his keys. Arrgghghgh!!!!
Please, someone add your own stupid stories so I don't feel so dumb.
Well mine was yesterday, but I was so tired that I accidentally opened the side of the cinnamon container that is wide open instead of with the few holes to sprinkle into my oatmeal. I dumped a crapload in, not even realizing I opened the wrong side. My oatmeal was ruined, but I still ate it anyways.
Last week I had to drive my dad's car to my house because I couldn't find my car key anywhere in my purse. I took every thing I had in my purse out and I was baffled. I needed to go to my house though so I took my dads car. The next day I got to my parents house and sitting on the kitchen table, right where I had set my purse down to pull everything out was my car key. It had been sitting underneath my purse the whole time.
DS wanted eggs last night. So, I'm making his eggs and grabbed the pepper shaker to put some in his eggs. Since we use coarse pepper you have to shake really hard to get the anything out. I started shaking the hell out of it and realized that I just poured a disgusting amount of salt all over DS' eggs. I had to throw them out and start over.
Post by captainmel on Apr 11, 2013 10:01:33 GMT -5
Do it Smock!I heard that today banks are giving away free money.
There was also another time where I lost my whole key ring for over a week. I knew they had to be in my house because I had unlocked my apartment door. I tore the whole apartment apart and looked everywhere. They were in my purse the whole time they were just in the main pocket instead of the smaller pocket I usually put them in.
Post by partiallysunny on Apr 11, 2013 10:18:19 GMT -5
I thought of something.
Yesterday my phone battery died while I was at work. I have a charger at work and could have plugged it in, but I thought "I'm going home in a little bit, I'll just put it on the charger when I get home."
Except I needed to go grocery shopping after work and my grocery list is on an app on my phone. Duh.
Post by starrieskies on Apr 11, 2013 10:21:11 GMT -5
My service tech spent 30 minutes yesterday morning looking for the key to the service truck. When he finally gave up and closed the door to the truck to come in and ask me for the spare, he found it in the door.
Yesterday my phone battery died while I was at work. I have a charger at work and could have plugged it in, but I thought "I'm going home in a little bit, I'll just put it on the charger when I get home."
Except I needed to go grocery shopping after work and my grocery list is on an app on my phone. Duh.
I've done that before and I have just used it as an excuse to wander through the store and buy things that look tasty. I usually end up with candy and cookies and fried Mac and cheese bites.
Yesterday my phone battery died while I was at work. I have a charger at work and could have plugged it in, but I thought "I'm going home in a little bit, I'll just put it on the charger when I get home."
Except I needed to go grocery shopping after work and my grocery list is on an app on my phone. Duh.
I've done that before and I have just used it as an excuse to wander through the store and buy things that look tasty. I usually end up with candy and cookies and fried Mac and cheese bites.
I'm too cheap for that. And I get irrationally angry when I forget something on my list and have to go back.
Post by starrieskies on Apr 11, 2013 10:31:45 GMT -5
I kind of like grocery shopping without my phone. It means that H can't send me text messages telling me that we're out of brown sugar when we have 2lbs in the cupboard. Why he's worried about the amount of brown sugar we have on hand is beyond me to begin with since he doesn't bake.
I totally fear leaving my keys at home, smock. I think about this on the regular when I am frantically searching for my keys at the bottom of my bag. How would I get in? I would be stuck.
Yeah, I'm honestly not sure if the condo "manager" has keys or not, and while I know our landlord has keys, his office is a 30 min. drive away, so I feel bad asking him to come because I'm dumb. So I'll just take a bus to Mr. Smock's work once I'm done teaching.