Last week I was getting ready to go away on a short trip. The last thing I had to do before I left was to get some cash. The bank is about a mile from my home, but part of the road is closed for construction, so I had to go a slightly different way to get there and back. Not a big deal, but when you have traveled a certain route hundreds and hundreds of times, the automatic pilot is hard to disengage. For some reason, after I made the transaction I didn’t put the cash and debit card securely away, just put everything on the console. With automatic pilot engaged, I started down the road that is now closed, quickly realized my mistake, and made a hard turn around in the shopping center.
When I got home I realized I was missing a $20 bill. I searched the floor and the space beside the seat with no luck, but I knew it had to be there somewhere and I would eventually find it. I needed to get going and didn’t want to spend any more time looking. As I was just about to get started, for some reason, I checked my wallet and realized I didn’t have my debit card. Oh no! Did I leave it in the machine? I panicked, checked the car again, and then quickly returned to the bank with my tale of woe. They were very accommodating, but by the time the machine was checked, the card was blocked, and I was issued a temporary card, I was really late.
I think what bothered me the most is that I am usually meticulous about things like this. I don’t ordinarily misplace things or forget where I put things, but this was the second recent incident of this sort. So on top of everything, I began to worry about my mental state. Was it just aging forgetfulness or something more serious?
A few days later as I was retrieving some packages from the backseat of my car I noticed the edge of a $20 bill peeking out from under the floor mat. I lifted the mat and there were the missing objects – the $20 and my debit card. Mystery solved. The items must have slipped under the mat when I made that hard turn.
Now if I could just find that scissors I misplaced!
When I got home I realized I was missing a $20 bill. I searched the floor and the space beside the seat with no luck, but I knew it had to be there somewhere and I would eventually find it. I needed to get going and didn’t want to spend any more time looking. As I was just about to get started, for some reason, I checked my wallet and realized I didn’t have my debit card. Oh no! Did I leave it in the machine? I panicked, checked the car again, and then quickly returned to the bank with my tale of woe. They were very accommodating, but by the time the machine was checked, the card was blocked, and I was issued a temporary card, I was really late.
I think what bothered me the most is that I am usually meticulous about things like this. I don’t ordinarily misplace things or forget where I put things, but this was the second recent incident of this sort. So on top of everything, I began to worry about my mental state. Was it just aging forgetfulness or something more serious?
A few days later as I was retrieving some packages from the backseat of my car I noticed the edge of a $20 bill peeking out from under the floor mat. I lifted the mat and there were the missing objects – the $20 and my debit card. Mystery solved. The items must have slipped under the mat when I made that hard turn.
Now if I could just find that scissors I misplaced!
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