Thursday, September 4, 2008

You're Not Getting Older, You're Just Getting Better

I must have had a lot on my mind yesterday. That's the least embarrassing explanation I can come up with why I went out without a wallet, a cell phone, and a room key.

The first two I realized I'd forgotten soon after I stepped out of my room and locked the door behind me. But since I'm prideful—okay, lazy—I thought I'd survive without them. I was right too, I didn't have a need for them yesterday.

The key I only realized I'd forgotten at the end of the day, when I was mere steps away from my room and fumbling through my pants pocket.


Had it been physically possible I would've kicked myself upside the head. Since it wasn't I settled with imagining it. It still hurt.

Good thing I watched "MacGyver" as a kid. Using a borrowed Mandarin Oriental keycard I was able to open my door in no time. That was a relief; I had already hatched elaborate back-up measures that would make Wile E. Coyote scratch his head.


[3:58 PM edit]

Yes, I realize I've practically told the whole world how to break into my room. I'm smart that way.

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