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My father told me that I was always in too big of a hurry, and that caused me to make one mistake after another. I thought of him the other day when I was doing a load of laundry, didn’t take the time to check all of the pockets, and left a ballpoint pen in one pocket or another.
Of course the result was a giant blue ink stain on one pair of pants and another on a shirt sleeve.
My wife showed me how to get the stains out using Dawn dish soap, and it worked pretty well, but still, both the pants and the shirt had to be reduced to work-clothes status.
Naturally we have all had these careless events. You do remember a few don’t you?
The all-time world’s record happened to my old friend Frank years ago.
Frank, his brother, sister, mom and dad all piled into their station wagon and headed to Florida for a vacation.
Somewhere in Tennessee, they stopped at a small grocery/service station to get gas and something to eat. Somehow, and nobody would take credit for it, the car keys got locked in their car. It took forever for the store people to come up with a coat hanger for Frank’s father to use to unlock the car. (They got it from a neighbor). Years ago it was possible to unlock a car using a coat hanger.
Frank’s mother was so upset that she swore she would get a spare key for the car and always have it. That is exactly what she did.
A few months later, they were all in the same car headed somewhere or another when, low and behold, they locked the keys in once again. No problem: Moms got the spare key, right? Yes, but guess what? She hid the key under the floor-mat inside the car. Frank told me that, until the day she died, his mom never lived that one down!
So when you are talking on your cell phone and you start looking around for it so you can look up a number to give to the person you are talking to, don’t freak out. Or if you start looking around the house for your glasses when you are wearing them, don’t feel too bad. Just remember Frank’s mother: I promise it will make you feel better!
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