I knew that turning 40 would mean a lot of things – mostly symbolic. And I knew that turning 40 would mean the beginning of the slow decline towards old age. Ever-worsening eyesight, increased lower back pain, chin hairs, more frequent brain farts…
But what happened earlier today takes the cake. After lunch, we all went to Barnes & Noble to get some books. We spent a leisurely 1/2 hour or so perusing the kids’ section and paid for our purchases. Chloe even bought a book for Sophie, out of her own gift card money. As we’re leaving the store, I started to sift through my bag to find the car keys. Nowhere to be found.
Uh oh. Realized I must have left them in the car. Double uh oh. Would the car lock automatically after a certain period of time? Hell, would the car still be there? If we thought having our camera stolen at the museum a week ago sucked big time, imagine having a car stolen because of your own forgetfulness. So, I ran. Ran to the car. It was still there. Opened the door, which, of course, was still open. And immediately realized that I not only had left the keys in the car, but the ignition on as well! If there is a better advertisement for “this car is yours for the taking,” I don’t know what it is. Unbelievable that I did that; perhaps more unbelievable that we still have our car.
I am now sufficiently freaked out by my mental lapse that I’m starting to wonder if I have something nefarious going on in my brain. Forgetting keys in the car – that’s one thing. Leaving the car running in a busy parking lot for a 1/2 hour, that belongs in another category altogether.