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17th-Jan-2008 08:54 pm
Travel: 1933 Ford
Kind of tired by the end of the workday. Need to pack for Arisia. Take T home. Stop on way to have dinner. Arrive in Quincy Center. Walk home from T station.

Where car?

Oh. Drove to T station in morning. Left car at T station.

Maybe now is time to walk back to T station.

The disturbing thing is that this is not the first time I’ve done that.
18th-Jan-2008 02:58 am (UTC)
All the more reason to go blond, so you have a (stereotyped, cliched) excuse.
18th-Jan-2008 01:59 pm (UTC)
Is that the metropolitan equivalent of forgetting where you parked your car on the big box lot in the mall?

The other one I’ve been pretty good at is being delighted to find the last parking spot close to work in the morning, then walking to the far lot at the end of the day before remembering my earlier luck. All that saved me from frequently repeated embarrassment as I’d trudge back to the near lot was the kind people, leaving work just behind me, who would smile and give me knowing looks as they conceded: “I hate it when I do that.”
18th-Jan-2008 03:15 pm (UTC)
18th-Jan-2008 06:38 pm (UTC)
I love my spacey sweetie. :-)
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