Feb 12 2010

I Should Memorize My License Plate

Cole is sick, Rowan is sick, I am sick.

After spending far longer than anticipated at Promptcare this afternoon(because I am dumb and never learn that Promptcare is everything BUT), I went to the grocery store to get the prescription filled for Cole’s possible Strep/definite double ear infection with secondary symptoms. I had to wait 20 minutes for it to be filled, all while Rowan, though sick, charmed the pants off of everyone in a 20 foot radius and Cole shivered in my sweater (which I had only worn to cover the fact that I am basically wearing stretched-out yoga pants and a t-shirt today). I then had to wait in another hideously long line to pay for a few “essential” groceries. By the time I got out to the car, opened the back, and started to load in groceries, it was shocking that I noticed anything wrong at all.

The first thing I noticed was that it looked a lot cleaner than my car. Then I noticed that there were two teenage girls in the front seat. It was only then that it dawned on me that I had opened the back of someone else’s car.

I babbled something about being sorry and that I had the exact same car and then slammed the door and bolted.

If anything can be said in my defense, it is that it was the exact same make, model, year, and color as my car, parked in the same row, and only a couple cars from my own. Also, there was a very large pickup truck that was blocking me from seeing my car.

All I keep thinking about, though, is what those poor girls were thinking when the frazzled mother in yoga pants toting the two coughing kids was doing loading her gingerale in the back of their car.


  • By Yoli, February 15, 2010 @ 10:56 pm

    Oh, that is good!!

  • By Elex, February 28, 2010 @ 7:50 pm

    One time, when I lived in Missouri…
    I reached through the sunroof of a cute little BMW and grabbed the head of a girl who looked remarkably like a girl I knew. It didn’t occur to me that the girl I knew wasn’t quite old enough to drive. (neither was I). Upon realizing my trespass, I felt like some monster going around tearing the roofs from buildings and eating the inhabitants. Luckily, the victim of my assault seemed understanding and possibly even charmed, but I made myself scarce rather quickly after my apology and attempted explanation.

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