Thursday, October 13, 2005
how i am a big airhead--part two
so i like coffee.i also never carry cash.
i hate to wear a coat.
you'll see what these things have to do with each other in due time.
i went to coffee with my friend k. i didn't want to bring my purse. so, i grabbed my debit card out of my wallet and stuck in it the pocket of my oh-so-comfy-but-not-at-all-functional-zip-up-sweater.
i go to get coffee. i enjoy it emmensely. i probably ordered an americano. but that's not the point.
the next day, i washed the sweater.
the next day, i realize i cannot find my debit card.
did i leave it at the laundrymat?
no. i'm sure it is in my apartment somewhere. i probably just feel out of the pocket of the sweater that i am sure i remembered wearing the day i last used the card.
husband says, "you should call the bank and cancel your card."
"no way. i know it is in this apartment."
i wasn't at all worried about it. but usually i can find things right away (even though my house is in no way organized--sorry loo) and hadn't been able to find this thing for a few days now.
i wake up at 2am. i remember where it is! freezing, i walk through our drafty apartment in my chonies and check the pocket of my seldom worn jacket (the one i've worn once since the rainy season began in oregon this year). there it was. waiting patiently for me to find it. how it got from my sweater to my jacket is a mystery. how it wasn't lost in obilvion, found by a criminal in the local laundrymat and used to steal my identity is a miracle.
i promptly scolded the debit card for running away. it is currently grounded and sentanced to living in my wallet until my next coffee craving hits.
*why am i confessing these things on in the internet?*
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