It might not be exactly what you think.
Let’s just get right to it, shall we? Here is a list of things that have happened to me, in no particular order:
- I spent an hour driving around looking for my lost phone. I asked restaurant employees to dig through their garbage and went to AT&T to find out what I still owed on it (a lot). I combed parking lots and dug through crevices in my car while I left my family waiting for me at the mall. My phone was in my purse the whole time.
- For two hours, I left my car running in a restaurant parking lot with the doors UNLOCKED (apparently, car thieves don’t like Toyotas).
- At 6 a.m., I locked myself out of the coffee shop I worked at with no phone, the sinks running at full blast and scones burning in the oven.
- I once spent over an hour wandering around in a parking ramp because I couldn’t find my fucking car.
- I struggled through a semester of Abnormal Psychology with a tyrant of a professor to end up with a hard-earned B. At the end of the semester, I found out I WASN’T EVEN REGISTERED FOR THE CLASS.
You’re probably wondering how I’ve survived to make it the age of 45. Trust me — I’ve wondered the same thing.