Monday, 26 March 2007

I love Monday P.S.

Oh, and when I get off the train on the way home, on my way to the car park I look for my car keys. I look in my handbag. I look in my backpack. I look in my pockets.

I look in my handbag again. I look in my backpack again. I check my pockets again. I check my pockets again.

I check my handbag a third time. And instead of pulling out my keys, I pull out my phone.

I interrupt Dave in a meeting.

"Hi. I've been an idiot. I've left my keys in London. The only way I can pick the kids up is to get a cab."

"Do you want me to pick someone up?"

"Yes please. What a nightmare. What an idiot. I'll pick up Hannah because we can walk home. Can you pick up Ethan?"

"Yes, not a problem. Where are you now?"

"In the ruddy station car park."

"OK, I'll leave now. I'll finish up and get straight in the car."

"Er." I'd been re-investigating my options for key hiding places. "It's OK. I've found my keys. Er, sorry. See you later."

2 comments:

northernlight said...

At least you found the buggers. All keys and other everyday and highly useful objects should be electronically tagged I reckon

Ann said...

You see the problem with this is that it's not difficult to find places to keep these items, it's just difficult to find a place in the brain to store the information on where I've put things.