It is that time of week again where I get to tell the world just how ditzy I can be.
WILL I EVER LEARN…
Hubby and I had the following conversation last night:
(This one is actually on hubby, but he knows all is fair in blogville)
Me: Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. Do you want to go to Church at the Nursing Home with your mom.
Hubby: Let’s see what day is tomorrow…. Wednesday, right?
Me: Errrr that’s why it’s called Ash Wednesday….
I’m a Mafia Wars nut on Facebook. I know… it is such a waste of time! I will be the first to admit that I’m not real good at these games, but I get hooked on them anyway. In my defense, I have forsaken every farm known to the internet, and Yoville, in favor of Mafia Wars and Blackjack (gulp, yes I love to gamble… but not with real money).
So anyway. My Mafia Wars hard earned money kept getting stolen! Well, not really stolen, but other mafia would fight me and win… and they were winning my money! I mean, come on guys, this is money I needed to buy properties, weapons, boosts and other items I would need to do their nasty little jobs. And I couldn’t figure out how to spend my money fast enough so someone wouldn’t fight me and win it.
I kept thinking, surely they have a bank. But where is it. And I truly kept looking for it. Month after month I looked for it. I even read up on the game to see if I could figure it out. Finally I saw it…. right next to the amount of money I had accumulated was a four letter word…. (BANK) Geeze Louise! Am I really that dense? Apparently so……
And here’s one from my not too distant past.
I had been on the road all day, having driven 3 1/2 hours to Springfield, Mo, given a presentation, and then tackled the 3 1/2 hour drive home. I was pooped. And I needed gas in my car.
I finally stopped at a gas station about 8 miles from home. I put the nozzle in the gas tank and engaged the pump. This was my chance to close my eyes for a few minutes. So that is what I did. I got back in the car, and laid my head back with my eyes closed. It felt so good. I’ll bet you are thinking, here it comes…. she fell asleep. Nope, that isn’t it.
I gave the gas pump enough time to do its thing, put the nozzle back on it’s hook, replaced the gas cap, and went inside to pay. The following conversation took place:
Me: I’m on pump 2.
Clerk: Pump 2 doesn’t show any gas has been pumped.
Me: I just pumped gas from pump 2 and it shows that I owe $16 (remember, this was a few years ago)
Clerk: Ok… give me a minute.
So she fiddles with her equipment for a bit and finally comes up with me owing $16. I pay her and tiredly begin the last leg of my trip home. I happened to look at my gas gauge about half way home and… it is on EMPTY!
That is when it hit me. In my foggy state of mind, I really hadn’t engaged the gas pump. The amount I saw due was from the previous guy. The clerk had backed the display to the previous customer to get to the amount I swore I owed. And I was running on fumes! And, of course, I was too embarrassed to go back. So I did the only reasonable thing there was to do.
I drove the rest of the way home and threw myself on the mercy of hubby. He picked up the phone, called the gas station and explained the situation. They thought it was hilarious! But they needed to wait until the day’s receipts were recorded that night to verify the mistake. And hubby took my car to fill it up the next day. And yes, he also had to put a little gas in it from our emergency gas can to get back to the gas station. Me? I avoided that gas station for a very long time.And that my friends, is your ditzy stories for this week. Have a wonderful rest of the week and stay warm and safe!