Adventures In Airheadedness
Oct. 18th, 2012 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyspriteEvery once in a while I look at myself, metaphorically speaking, and wonder how someone who is supposedly so smart can be such a bimbo.
On the other hand, I have to admit that at least my occasional forays into bimbosity also provide opportunities to discover excellence in my fellow human beings.
So today I had a bunch of errands to run. And, because I am a girly girl and have become addicted to having pretty nails, one of these "errands" was getting a manicure. And a pedicure, because hey, if you're going to have one, you might as well have both. So anyway, I finished my CE and registered for a professional conference and started the dishwasher and renewed my gym membership and headed out to the salon, figuring on spending an hour or so there before picking up a friend and running out to the local Asian grocery to stock up on bento staples and so on and so forth.
Unfortunately, after an hour or so of pampering and painting, I stepped out into the parking lot to discover that my car keys were, in fact, not in my purse, but instead in the ignition of my car. And, because I am conscientious, all of my windows were rolled up and doors locked. And![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
umbran was upwards of an hour away, in a meeting with his cell phone turned off.
And our AAA membership had expired. And the police couldn't help. And the tow truck company would only come out for a minimum of $60, cash up front. Which I didn't have, because I had just paid to turn my toenails sparkly burgundy. And the cab company's phone line was faulty and kept disconnecting me, and the guy there didn't really speak English.
Luckily, at least it was a glorious, warm, sunny day and I had plenty of reading material. So, after my second or third call to the cab company, I thought I had *maybe* explained to them where I was and what I wanted, and I sat down on the brick wall in the parking lot to read.
Maybe 15 minutes later, a guy pulled into the parking lot and greeted me with a grin and bantering hearty approval of my apparent slacking off and enjoying the sunshine. Starved for conversation and company, I returned the grin and griped to him about my situation. He sympathized, offered to buy me lunch (the nail salon shared the strip mall with, among other things, a pizza parlor), and asked if I needed a ride anywhere.
I told him that I was trying to get back to MyHomeTown, but that I was hopefully all set. He said his next meeting was in NeighboringTown, and asked again if I needed a ride. I thanked him, and said I should be fine, but he insisted that, if I was still there when his meeting was over, he'd gladly give me a lift.
Five minutes later he came back to his car, griping that the person he was supposed to meet was running at least 20-30 minutes late, and that he was just going straight on ahead to NeighboringTown. And there was still no sign of the taxi. He asked again if I needed a ride. I said yes, and called the cab company, who were rather eager to cancel my request.
Ten minutes later he dropped me off at a safe public location a short walk from my house, after a pleasant drive and conversation about local restaurants, little sisters, the frustration of late clients, and our mutual love of the Greater Boston Area. I walked home, hopped intoumbran's car (the keys for which I had on a separate ring), and drove to pick up metaphysick and, blessedly, his spare set of house keys, so I could get inside and change for my physical therapy appointment.
So. A thousand thank-yous to Dave The Good Samaritan for salvaging the day from my own airheadedness, tometaphysick for letting me into my own home and for walking with me to PT, and to my beloved umbran for picking me up from my appointment, driving me back to my car with his spare keys, and for not calling me a bimbo in the process....
On the other hand, I have to admit that at least my occasional forays into bimbosity also provide opportunities to discover excellence in my fellow human beings.
So today I had a bunch of errands to run. And, because I am a girly girl and have become addicted to having pretty nails, one of these "errands" was getting a manicure. And a pedicure, because hey, if you're going to have one, you might as well have both. So anyway, I finished my CE and registered for a professional conference and started the dishwasher and renewed my gym membership and headed out to the salon, figuring on spending an hour or so there before picking up a friend and running out to the local Asian grocery to stock up on bento staples and so on and so forth.
Unfortunately, after an hour or so of pampering and painting, I stepped out into the parking lot to discover that my car keys were, in fact, not in my purse, but instead in the ignition of my car. And, because I am conscientious, all of my windows were rolled up and doors locked. And
umbran was upwards of an hour away, in a meeting with his cell phone turned off. And our AAA membership had expired. And the police couldn't help. And the tow truck company would only come out for a minimum of $60, cash up front. Which I didn't have, because I had just paid to turn my toenails sparkly burgundy. And the cab company's phone line was faulty and kept disconnecting me, and the guy there didn't really speak English.
Luckily, at least it was a glorious, warm, sunny day and I had plenty of reading material. So, after my second or third call to the cab company, I thought I had *maybe* explained to them where I was and what I wanted, and I sat down on the brick wall in the parking lot to read.
Maybe 15 minutes later, a guy pulled into the parking lot and greeted me with a grin and bantering hearty approval of my apparent slacking off and enjoying the sunshine. Starved for conversation and company, I returned the grin and griped to him about my situation. He sympathized, offered to buy me lunch (the nail salon shared the strip mall with, among other things, a pizza parlor), and asked if I needed a ride anywhere.
I told him that I was trying to get back to MyHomeTown, but that I was hopefully all set. He said his next meeting was in NeighboringTown, and asked again if I needed a ride. I thanked him, and said I should be fine, but he insisted that, if I was still there when his meeting was over, he'd gladly give me a lift.
Five minutes later he came back to his car, griping that the person he was supposed to meet was running at least 20-30 minutes late, and that he was just going straight on ahead to NeighboringTown. And there was still no sign of the taxi. He asked again if I needed a ride. I said yes, and called the cab company, who were rather eager to cancel my request.
Ten minutes later he dropped me off at a safe public location a short walk from my house, after a pleasant drive and conversation about local restaurants, little sisters, the frustration of late clients, and our mutual love of the Greater Boston Area. I walked home, hopped into
umbran's car (the keys for which I had on a separate ring), and drove to pick up metaphysick and, blessedly, his spare set of house keys, so I could get inside and change for my physical therapy appointment.So. A thousand thank-yous to Dave The Good Samaritan for salvaging the day from my own airheadedness, to
metaphysick for letting me into my own home and for walking with me to PT, and to my beloved umbran for picking me up from my appointment, driving me back to my car with his spare keys, and for not calling me a bimbo in the process....
