Episode 15 “Putting the ‘Key’ in Turkey”
Posted on December 9th, 2009
Good news. I’m still an idiot. Just in case there was any doubt.
Here’s the deal. I decided to go on a little 400 mile (each way) road trip to visit some friends over the long Thanksgiving weekend.
During said trip, I planned to stay at my dad’s condo for a couple of days. This was ingenious because it’s near where I was going to be and I saw a perfect opportunity to get the stuff I still have there and have a comfy place to catch some party naps while not inconveniencing anyone.
I had been planning to do this for a couple of months. I was being logical and efficient. It was all going to work out very nicely.
Which is why I was pretty ticked when I had been on the road for 2 hours - a rather frustrating 1.5 of which were spent going between 0 and 9 mph because of some traffic snafu on the interstate - and realized I forgot to bring the key with me.
FOR…GOT.
Oh no, it’s not like I set it out somewhere for myself and then just overlooked it in my rush to get out the door.
No, I’m an idiot, so I NEVER EVEN THOUGHT OF IT.
I did remember to bring snacks to eat on the road, 60 gajillion pairs of shoes, my pedometer so I could see how much Thanksgiving food inhalation I was working off, 47 jackets, some magazines, more socks than a centipede would need for a weekend, a variety of cords for plugging in communication devices and a bottle of The Good Stuff.
But the key to get into the place where I planned to stay?
Not a chance. That would have been way too smart.
Thank goodness for my heroic perma-BFF, Nick*, who was kind enough to let me crash at his place at the last minute.
Without his gracious hostification, this is how I would have spent much of the weekend…
Rustic, but not ideal.
Strangely, once I got over the initial (and rather visceral) anger brought on by my mistake, I was excited that I had once again generated Idiot Show material. My huge <bleep> up actually pleased me because I would once again have some bit of idiocy to share with the world.
This is what has become of me. I screw up and it makes me happy.
Why?
Because I’m an idiot.
*names have NOT been changed because no friends of idiots should be protected
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You actually went there despite being keyless? Hoping for keyless entry, perhaps? Guess there was always the chance I forgot to lock the door on my way out.
Comment by 'Berta — December 9, 2009 @ 5:26 pm