Picture this...Me. Standing outside of Marshalls patting my butt over and over and over again trying to convince myself that if I pat it one more time my keys will magically reappear in my back pockets. I wonder what those people in the parking lot were thinking...hmmmmm. Grab Jackson's hand and walk back into store...
(Me to the lady that just checked me out)..."I've lost my keys in the store. If anyone finds and brings a set up here they are mine."
(The nice checkout lady)..."Oh dear. Go retrace your steps and see if you can find them."
(The gentleman at the checkout counter gracious enough not to bust out laughing)..."They wouldn't be the ones hanging out of your front pocket there would they?"
I look down and lo and behold...
(Me to the kind gentleman who has still managed to refrain from laughing)..."Yup, those would be the ones."
He actually waited until I was back outside the store before hee-hawing. I didn't.
3 comments:
I have so been there. But mine were locked inside the stupid car!!! I think all mom's need a vacation then maybe we wouldn't be so stress and put our dang keys in the wrong pocket!!
Hope all is well.
Jessica
Oh law have mercy! Now both of us are mindless! Wish I had been there. heh heh heh
You are not alone. Having lived with certified crazies, Grandma and Grandpa Goodrich, I know the signs. Knew I had lost it the day I locked my keys in the car and waited an hour for Reid to come and help me. In 100 degree sun. When he unlocked my door so I could go back to work, he very ungraciously pointed out that my back WINDOWS WERE ROLLED DOWN!
Then a couple of weeks ago we went to the mall so I could take back some unsatisfactory pants. As we got out of the car Reid said do you have your pants? In a state of utter panic I looked down and patted my legs to make sure my pants were still on me! Reid is still laughing at me. Lots of love, Robin
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