After a thirty minute rant concerning my failure to complete things in a timely manner, given to me by my youngest daughter, I thought I would prove her wrong by mailing the letter she said would only collect dust on my dresser. This task required I visit the United States Post Office, as I needed a stamp. It is a rare occasion that I need a stamp since I have chosen to do anything possible electronically. When I do need them, I never have the correct denomination and this time was no exception. While running errands with my Mother and oldest daughter, I stopped at the post office. I was driving. Mom and daughter waited in the car.
After I enter the local USPS, I remember that I needed to pick up a few priority mail boxes. I grabbed those and waited in line for the one damn stamp that I need. Bought the stamp, mailed the letter, deed done and checked off of my list. I left the USPS deep in thought, contemplating the facts that stamps are now .45 cents, I need to change the cost of a shipping fee on an auction item and that my youngest daughter needs picked up in 10 minutes.
I approach my car, still deep in thought and decide I need to put the boxes in the back. I attempt to open the rear passenger door, which was locked, when a horn sounded. At the sound of the horn, I look up to see a terrified child and Mother staring at me from the car I was trying to enter. Not my car...I am sure the look on my face was priceless. The horn honking had come from my Mother, trying to alert me that I just walked passed my car. Lost in thought, I completely missed my car. What makes my carelessness epic? The fact that my Mother and oldest daughter witnessed the entire incident and were laughing their asses off when I found my way back to my car. Nope....I won't ever live that down.
And to the family I scared.... I am so sorry. If counseling is required, I will gladly pay for your sessions.
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