Yesterday, I was a cartoon character. No, anvil didn’t drop on me, but by mid-afternoon I was on the look out for one.
It started with waiting too long to get ready in the morning. I was trying to upload a video of Nora and her snapping and it kept erroring out.
We rushed out to the bus stop only to realize I didn’t have my bus pass. Nora and I ran the block back home, I grabbed some change, scooped up my thirty-four pound daughter and sprinted through mud puddles in my Vera Wang boots. But of course, the bus had come and gone while I was rifling for quarters.
So, we were running about 20 minutes later than usually.
I dropped Nora off and as I was leaving, my iPhone slipped through a hole in my coat pocket and onto the concrete of the courtyard. It was fine, but it was a clue of things to come.
I scurried to the next bus stop, only to realize that I’d lost my bus transfer slip. So I walked the mile and a quarter to my office building. Which I often do by choice, so no big deal. But my bag felt heavier than usual. Because I’d neglected to leave Nora’s lunch at school with her.
Once at work, I gave my sob story to my boss, letting her know I’d need to take an extra long lunch, to accomodate an acupuncture appointment and a trip back to Nora’s school. When I mentioned that I was going to go scrounge my desk for more bus fare, a co-worker generously loaned me her pass.
I went to a meeting and then headed for acupuncture. Which I have to admit was wonderful, as always. Then I grabbed a bus to get to Nora’s school before lunchtime.
Nora’s class was on the playground and I passed her lunch to the teacher, gave her a smooch and headed back to the bus stop. I checked the next arrival time. It was a twenty minute wait, so I walked again. The heel of my feet were starting to get achy. They’re wonderful, sensible boots, but they’re not walking shoes.
When I got back to my desk I fished around in my pockets for my co-workers bus pass. I couldn’t find it.
I went through my bag piece by piece and all my pockets. There was a hole in the lining of my coat pocket, and the lining wasn’t tacked down, so it had just slipped through.
I’d been at my desk a total of about twenty minutes so far and it was now 1:15pm. I told my boss I had to go replace the bus pass. I also begged her to check on me later, as I was starting to get a bit scared for my own well being.
I re-traced my steps a bit with no luck, then walked to the transit office and bought another bus pass. It the cost was eighty-eight dollars. If I’d simply paid for my trip, it would have been $2.05.
It was pouring down rain, and I now had visions of myself slipping on the wet cobblestones and breaking my leg, so I carefully made my way back to the office, dreaming of what eighty-eight dollars could buy me.
Later, as I recounted my day for Ben, he shook his head. Then he said, “Well, some days are just going to be like that, I guess. You can only f*** sh** up if you’re actually doing something with your life and we do a lot of things.”
Those words — and a soak in the tub — made me feel so much better.