A couple of weeks ago, I completely forgot my PIN.
Well, I thought I had it right, except when I entered it the ATM read back ‘Incorrect PIN. Please try again.’
So I did.
And it was incorrect for a second time.
At which point I decided not to go for a lucky third, out of fear the machine would swallow my card.
Instead, I hit cancel, then wandered around in a daze trying to remember what the damn number was and why oh why couldn’t I remember it?
‘This sort of thing has never happened to me before,’ I muttered.
Earlier this week, walking back from a meeting, I couldn’t resist the SALE sign out the front of Country Road and decided that yes, another knit dress was exactly what I needed because gosh darn it they’re so comfy and warm and stylish and I better get another one before they stop making them forever.
So I tried on four but settled for one and bought it and skipped out of the shop with the bag swinging and swaying off my arm.
Then I walked past Myer and couldn’t resist the SALE sign at the Cue section and decided that yes, another top/shirt/pinafore/jacket was exactly what I needed because gosh darn it they’re all so comfy and warm and stylish and practical and Australian made and I better get them all because I love supporting our industry and I need to be warm and they might stop making them forever so quick, swipe the debit card, swipe it.
So I skipped out of Myer with the bag swinging and swaying off my arm.
Then I got home and wondered why I only had one bag swinging and swaying off my arm when I should have had two.
Then I walked around in a daze trying to remember where I last was when I held the Country Road bag, trying to retrace the steps in my head.
As I suspected, I had left the Country Road bag containing my lovely and necessary knit dress in the Myer fitting room and after phoning the Cue counter (and bemoaning how long it takes anyone to answer a phone in a department store) it was thankfully still there. So I breathed a sigh of relief because whilst I love paying for knit dresses, I only love them when they end up hanging in my wardrobe and not when they’re left as a gift for the lucky person who ends up in fitting room seven and believes it’s part of Myer’s new customer service strategy to provide free knit dresses to anyone trying on their clothing.
‘I’ve never lost a shopping bag anywhere, not ever, this has never happened to me before,’ I muttered, several times to no one in particular, then several times again the next day to the lovely girl at Cue when I picked up my knit dress and gaffa taped the Country Road bag to my hand.
This morning, I put the kettle on (or, at least, I was sure I had) and poured a cup of green tea only to discover the water was cold and I hadn’t flicked the little lever on the kettle, the one that actually makes it boil.
‘This sort of thing has never happened to me before,’ I muttered to the dog. ‘I don’t know who I’m becoming.’
8 thoughts on “This Sort Of Thing Has Never Happened To Me Before”
It’s part of the ageing process. Today I lost my phone, and thought to myself “I’ll call my partner to get her to call the phone… so I can find it”. D’oh.
Tonight I got $20 cash out to pay for dinner. In the distance it takes one minute to walk I became cashless. If only I could say this sort of thing never happened to me before.
Haha Cameron. Glad I am not alone.
I thought that only happened to people like me – over 60!
Apparently not, Kathi!
Haha, we’ve all been there honey!! Just a phase… Or maybe just the beginning 😉
In one day I left my umbrella in a cafe, my ray bans in sportsgirl and forgot to lock my balcony door (luckily no one broke in!)…
That’s quite hilarious…I really am glad I’m not alone!