|Little JCM being weird probably; December 1994|
Like everyone else, I have my share of "blonde moments". Not too many, but when I have them, I do them up right.
On Saturday, I took a field trip to the Target. I officially had NO black ink, and the professors don't like the 'navy' ink on papers. I also very much needed to refill my supply of Reese's Hearts. And what is with that "Bullseye Bodega" section? Definitely got a liter of Pantene conditioner. A liter! On my way home, I decided to call Mom to see if she liked the sheets we got her for her birthday. She did. While we were talking, I got all of my things out of my car and started walking towards what I thought was my apartment building.
I saw some people leaving an apartment and didn't recognize them, but thought they were visiting a neighbor or something. Walked up the stairs and noticed that these planters that have been on the apartment breezeway forever, weren't there. I even made a comment about that to Mom. And where did those bushes around the stairs come from? Then, I tried to open my apartment door, but the key just was not working.
Then, a voice from the parking lot said, "Are you looking for someone?" I responded, "No, my key just isn't working!" After he said, "Are you in the right building?" I looked up at the door number. 322. I live in 222. OH MY GOODNESS. The apartment belonged to the voice from the parking lot, but he was cool about it. I was soooo embarrassed. Mom was basically crying from laughing so hard, having heard the entire conversation on the phone.
So. embarrassed. I think I got disoriented when I parked in a different spot than usual. And when I was totally not paying attention.