So me being the forgetful person that I am at times, forgot and left my wallet on my desk at work (after eating at one of the most decadent lunch spots on the earth… Cook Out). Of course I didn’t realize I didn’t have it until I jumped in my whip and headed out on my way to work this morning.
On one of my regular forgetful days it wouldn’t have been much of a problem because I would have just gone to work and grabbed the wallet… but… on this particular day I needed gas and I needed it BAD. The gauge hand was already below the last notch.
After combing through everything I had worn on the day before I came to the forlorn conclusion that my wallet was not at home but was inconveniently on my desk at work, 40 miles away. This realization would be the start of my adventure.
I hopped in my car and cranked it. The gas light immediately lit up with its obnoxious orange glow of despair reprimanding me, as if to say, “YOU STUPID IRRESPONSIBLE BOY!”
Being the man that I am, ignored it’s antagonistic glow and kept my speed at a steady yet respectful 75 mph.. coasting the hills and trying to avoid slow-movers, which by the way are a traffic hazard (but that’s another story).
I called my boy Nico at work and asked him to confirm my wallet’s location. He did. It was on my desk as I had concluded. I then alerted him of my situation and asked for his assistance in being ready to possibly either meet me at the gas station with the wallet or pick me up off of I-40.
I continued on my journey keeping my eyes both glued to the road and the gas gauge. This stressful disposition that I was in called for the appropriate mood music. Jazz. I threw on the jazz music and scatted and be-bopped so I could forget the gauge but the stupid orange light kept strobing in my peripherals.
Long story short I made it to work (frazzled as I was), got gas, and was met by a stack of projects of which I totally owned… I even had time to write this blog before leaving the office.
Moral: God is good, faith is an amazing tool, and good friends are hard to find. Salutations readers…
Sometimes you just have “one of those days” and today started out like one of those. Sometimes you just feel like you’re running on E and some days you actually are.