Where da Brain?
Sometimes it feels like a person can try very hard and yet fail because of sheer forgetfulness/momentary breaches of judgment.
I performed another first today. My "only consolation" is that a married lady whom I admire did similarly once when she was young and in college.
Dare I admit it? I completely forgot to put my headcovering on this morning. I drove to work, saw my first patient, and talked to multiple people in the clinic. Nobody said anything until SN asked where my hat was. Hand rushes to back of head -- no cloth covering found. Er, I was embarrassed and really feared for my senses. I feared that other people feared for my senses (even more than they already do, that is).
I even recall slicking my hair back in readiness for the covering which reposed on the (heap of clothes on the) counter. I must have been thinking about being/not being late to work or who knows what and I completely spaced the donning of the hat.
My kindly office manager allowed me to drive home in between appointments to obtain my head gear. On the way back from my house, my car began to jerk in the lovely "I'm running out of gas" dance. You see, I had planned to get gas this evening, had not planned on any extra trips during the day.
You can imagine the fear which my car's status engendered. Not only had I left in the middle of work to get my covering, it would take me way longer to get back if my car ran out of gas. The ironic thing is that I had asked if I could "run to get my covering" and CL (receptionist) jokingly stated that it would probably be much faster to drive. Now I actually would be running in the true sense of the word.
I made it through the Stephens/Edenbower intersection, I made it over I-5, I made it to the Sleep Inn... and decided it would be much too embarrassing to run out of gas in the front of the clinic. So I parked my car in the hotel/Applebee's parking lot, and walked to work.
This evening was the test. Would the little car make it the 1/4 mile to the gas station, or would it fail an eighth of a mile away? Would I be forced to learn my lesson the really hard way, or would mercy be granted?
The little car began seriously shaking as I pulled in beside the gas tank. I turned it off before it died.
Following the fill-up, the poor little car seemed a little weak and then it purred to life.
Mercy.
I performed another first today. My "only consolation" is that a married lady whom I admire did similarly once when she was young and in college.
Dare I admit it? I completely forgot to put my headcovering on this morning. I drove to work, saw my first patient, and talked to multiple people in the clinic. Nobody said anything until SN asked where my hat was. Hand rushes to back of head -- no cloth covering found. Er, I was embarrassed and really feared for my senses. I feared that other people feared for my senses (even more than they already do, that is).
I even recall slicking my hair back in readiness for the covering which reposed on the (heap of clothes on the) counter. I must have been thinking about being/not being late to work or who knows what and I completely spaced the donning of the hat.
My kindly office manager allowed me to drive home in between appointments to obtain my head gear. On the way back from my house, my car began to jerk in the lovely "I'm running out of gas" dance. You see, I had planned to get gas this evening, had not planned on any extra trips during the day.
You can imagine the fear which my car's status engendered. Not only had I left in the middle of work to get my covering, it would take me way longer to get back if my car ran out of gas. The ironic thing is that I had asked if I could "run to get my covering" and CL (receptionist) jokingly stated that it would probably be much faster to drive. Now I actually would be running in the true sense of the word.
I made it through the Stephens/Edenbower intersection, I made it over I-5, I made it to the Sleep Inn... and decided it would be much too embarrassing to run out of gas in the front of the clinic. So I parked my car in the hotel/Applebee's parking lot, and walked to work.
This evening was the test. Would the little car make it the 1/4 mile to the gas station, or would it fail an eighth of a mile away? Would I be forced to learn my lesson the really hard way, or would mercy be granted?
The little car began seriously shaking as I pulled in beside the gas tank. I turned it off before it died.
Following the fill-up, the poor little car seemed a little weak and then it purred to life.
Mercy.
posted by Claire at 19:11
1 Comments:
I'm sorry, but that is just plain funny!!!! Unfortunately a little too close to home (even for a guy). Thanks for sharing your little joke of the day.
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