without near disasters?
The pertinent fact here is that I have an amazing capacity for distractedness. It’s a talent I have spent my life perfecting. When I told these incidents to DH, his response “that has a ring of truth to it”.
I spent the last 6 days away – first at a conference in Vegas then hiking in Zion. Upon returning from Zion my backpacking buddy, Sara and I, were completely wrecked for a number of reasons I won’t go into here. Suffice to say, the hotel bed and bath were most welcome sights. She got on a plane and I crashed. I had to be checked out the next day @ 1 so I worked and repacked and got out @ 1. Still tired and distracted from some work things I head out to the parking garage with my stuff. I get the laptop bag in the truck and have the suitcase standing there when I decide I need to get something set up in front (GPS? phone charging? I can’t remember. something compelled me to stop loading the trunk and go do something else. Being distractable, this led to something else etc. I finish what I am doing and … yup, drive away. Forwards, since there was no one in the stall opposite me. I was just pulling out of the rather huge parking garage when I glanced at the dashboard and notice the door ajar indicator is on. I reclose my door and it’s still on. Then the lightbulb goes – the trunk. THE TRUNK… still open because it was waiting for my suitcase. Fortunately, Monday @ 1 pm is a quiet time and it was still there, untouched, when I raced back up there.
Near disaster #2… the flight back was overbooked and I was seated in the center section where the overhead bins are not large. My laptop bag won’t go up there so I have to put my very large and completely overstuffed (because of the 2 lbs of See’s Candies toffee-ettes I *needed* to bring home) purse with only a single snap closure on top up there. I very carefully position it upright so nothing dumps out. In vain, I find, 5 minutes later when the flight attendent moves it to the other end of the bin to make room for another, larger bag.
I get up to deplane 4 hours later in ATL and see that she not only moved it but laid it on its side. 🙂 This was a red-eye and I was bleary-eyed and still wrecked (not to mention barely able to walk) but, fortunately, had the presence of mind to consider that something may have fallen out. I ask a rather tall fellow passenger to check the bin. He looks and says “nope, nothing”. Looks again “oh, wait… just this” and hands me my BOARDING PASS for the connecting flight I have to make 40 minutes later.
Somehow, the fact that I lost my new sunglasses somewhere (I never buy expensive ones since this is a common occurrence in my life) seems like a mishap I can live with.