The end of the year is notoriously busy at work. Brain-pulverizingly busy. One of the side effects of this is that I spend all of my rapidly-diminishing minutes of free time digging fence post holes, and the other side effect is… well..
The Chuckle
There are days at work when I can take the time at lunch to stroll down the street to my family’s cafe, or better yet, eat some fresh corn from the garden up at the Memorial House, and then there are days when I’m hard pressed to find 15 seconds to, god-forbid, inhale a powerbar before the universe implodes from the learning emergencies.
Yesterday I had to go to the bank. Had to. After 3 days of putting it off. So I pulled up to the bank drive-through, spent a few seconds pondering why the woman behind me chose to wait in my lane when the one next to me was perfectly empty, and open. And then I completed my transaction and drove away thankful that I was able to accomplish at least one annoying little detail of life. Don’t get me started on my laundry pile.
In any case, I thought I was going to put gas in my car after that (I mean I was on a roll) then panicked about getting back to work and decided to grab a quick to-go sandwich from the cafe. Which is to say I was driving around for a not insignificant amount of time.
And the I got to the cafe and looked down.
And I saw this.
Um… oops.
(Also, yes I do drink a lot of bottled water.)
So then I had to go back to the bank, do the walk of shame through the parkinglot and lobby, and when I get to the desk the 17 people who have gathered around the counter exclaim at once “There’s the tube!”
Awesome.
But also worth a chuckle.
The Laugh
Mostly MysteryMan likes to pretend he doesn’t know this website exists. Every once in a while I’ll say something about “on my website” and he’s all “What website?!” and spins around to look behind him as if my website might be sneaking up on him that very second.
So I get to tell all my funny stories once for the entire universe, and then again just for him. Because, you know, life would be meaningless if a day went by that I didn’t do something to make his eyes roll so far back into his head that they get stuck.
And on this occasion I sent him and email that looked something like this:
TO: MysteryMan
FROM: Me
SUBJECT: Go ahead and roll your eyes…
Because I just went to the bank and then 10 minutes later looked down at my passenger seat to see this.
And I forget that I am speaking to a man who never once in his nearly thirty years of existence has ever gone through a bank drive-through.
Never.
So his response was…
“What the hell is that?”
And that’s when I actually laughed out loud.
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LOL! That does deserve a laugh. How can someone never have been through a bank drive through?! Too funny.
I have almost left with a tube in my car before too. I am sure you aren’t the first, or the last, to do just that.
He has never used a drive though! That is a riot!
So you know from my experience, many and I mean many folks drive away with the tube. This is why they always have an extra one on hand. No need for shame, you are just one very busy DIY Diva!