I must be related to Forgetful Jones

I had over 5 hours of sleep last night. I woke up early, I had a warm bath and sat down to a delicious egg sandwich whilst watching the highlights on Sky News. I put on my shirt and tie, packed some lunch and an apple, before grabbing my jacket and car keys. It didn’t occur to me up until I was halfway to my office (which is on the other side of the f***ing southern hemisphere) that I realized that I had forgotten my work shoes.

In case you’re wondering if I was barefoot then the answer is ‘No’. I was wearing bathroom slippers (and now you must be really confused). There are two reasons why I choose to wear bathroom slippers to drive: 1) They’re way more comfortable than work shoes  2) Refer to reason 1. I know it’s all my fault but I have a perfectly good explanation for this debacle. *Puts on his silly Sherlock Holmes hat and shoves a pipe in his mouth, trying to look suave* It all started last Friday night…

I was rather famished after closing from work so I decided to nip down to the local supermarket for some grub. Normally I would take off my shoes and wear my trusty ‘ol slippers for the long voyage home but it slipped my mind after trotting in and out of the supermarket. I arrived at my apartment absolutely knackered and walked indoors with my work shoes still on. On Saturday I went to my automobile to pick out my slippers and by Monday I wore them to drive – thinking that my work shoes were already in the car. Elementary my dear reader, elementary!

Well, my colleague made my Plan B come to life as he was able to salvage a decent pair of size 11’s to wear after calling him before resumption time (what are the odds of him sharing such a rare shoe size?). I had to wear my slippers at the office for the first 2 hours because my colleague came late (because he had to mend an open sole and have the shoes polished). ‘Awkward’ does not even begin to describe how I felt in my suit and slippers. I was glued to my seat for obvious reasons. Glad that’s over though. Now where are my slippers…? Oh for f*** sake!!!!

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4 thoughts on “I must be related to Forgetful Jones

  1. I am currently having one of those days:

    Today I forget my morning pain meds on my bathroom counter. Not good. I will be hurting by noon today
    I also forgot my smartphone charger. Battery life is less than 20 percent and its not even 10 am.

    Good to be reading your blog again. Btw – what industry are you in?

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    • Sorry to hear that, Lilith. There’s so much on our minds that these things just happen. Thanks for reading 🙂 I’m in the banking industry by the way (where there is zero tolerance for forgetfulness!)

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  2. Bless this is funny and not so funny too,but the lesson here is that it makes you careful next time…My mum locked me in the house and had my key and hers in her bag…I had to cancel all my appointments for the day, but now my keys are always in my bag….lesson learnt…

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    • Talk about house arrest! That would definitely make me never forget my keys. One time though, I put my car keys in the fridge so that I wouldn’t forget to take the cold snack in there – it worked. But when I tried to get in my car the key remote stopped working! I had to unlock my car manually, open my boot manually and eventually repaired the car key a week later…So much for trying not to forget things.

      Thanks for the comment 🙂

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