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I'm going to tell on the assumption others will share their most embarrassing too...
Its not that I smoke a lot of the finer substances, but maybe a little too much anyway.
I manage a store in a big shopping mall that also contains a grocery store. Often, in the mornings, I'll lock up and walk to that store to buy a power bar or something, and a diet soda with caffeine. This morning it was chillier than it had been in days, and I decided to drive to the store instead.
Well, I had my caffeine and my power bar, got a little wound up, did some work, and waited for the next nine hours to pass. Finally, it is time to go! I walk outside, on time for a change, and head toward the parking lot. My car's not there. What? It was locked, I had the keys, and I had a view of the parking lot all day. My car was gone. Damn.
I called a co-worker leaving a nearby store to come and get me. I went to the shop next door, we're friendly, called from my cell phone the police to report my car stolen. This lady and I, while on hold with the police, walked out to the spot I unusually park in, looking for broken glass or something - anything. There was only a grocery store receipt rocking back and forth in the breeze. We headed back for the store, as something clicked with me. Police on hold, business neighbor at my side, and I realized I had driven to the store, but walked back (as I almost always do).
Yikes.
Now you gotta tell me yours.
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