It truly was a good day, but I admit to being a trifle distracted. You don’t need all the silly details. Suffice to say I’ve just been going in 27,000 different directions, spinning my wheels and getting precious little accomplished.
Had a meeting. Wasn’t feeling 100%…a little off my mark. A bit addled, scattered, even a tad nervous — so much on my mind. Left said meeting and I wasn’t paying attention. I had another place to be and other things to do. One bag on one arm, another tote on the other arm; uncomfortable and decided to quickly take off my coat before dashing into my car. Too many “things”, not enough arms. You can see where I’m headed with this.
I left the parking lot, made a slow right turn onto the main road, and accelerated. Ahead? Light turning red, so I hit the brake. Okay, I hit it a little hard. Imagine my total surprise (translation: whoa Nelly somebody better stock up on Depends soon) when something came thumping down onto the hood of my car. What the heck??? Oh yeah….
It was my purse. Seems I had hurled it on top of the car as I was taking off my coat, threw the other bag into the car with the coat, hopped in and away I went. Fortunately, right before arriving at the red light there is a small beer/wine/whatever drive-thru establishment and I very slowly nudged my car into the parking lot and stopped. Thankfully, my purse remained on the hood.
I got out, retrieved my purse, and realized happily that I had taken the time to zip the purse and nothing had actually fallen out. The purse was a special one; hand-quilted by a friend. The bag had just a bit of road salt on it which I managed to brush off. Yay, all was right in my world.
Once again, I am living proof that multi-tasking can be dangerous, even while engaged in something as easy and mundane as driving. All I was doing was thinking of how I was going to re-write a portion of a document I had been working on. Apparently, that was too much multi-tasking for the part of my brain which is responsible for the big tasks (such as remembering that purses go inside the car and not on top). Can you imagine the total havoc I could wreak if I started texting while driving? I can’t even think while driving — total insanity. Let’s see.. where was I going with this? Oh…
Maybe I should have gone through the drive-thru after all — I deserved a little whine…sigh.