So I'm at the hospital trying to pick up patient information for the next day, when I realize I don't have the all-important piece of paper they gave me with my log-in ID number. The voice comes, and the argument begins.
I think the number is 176353 (not actual number)
What? How in the world is that the number? I saw it once 2 weeks ago. I wouldn't remember.
You could just try it.
Nah.
Well why don’t you look in the purple notebook they gave you?
It wouldn't be in there. It was a loose sheet of paper.
I drive home 30 minutes to look for the little piece of paper. Can’t find it. I go back out to the car and look in my backpack. I find the piece of paper, inserted in the purple notebook, ID number: 176353. Blast! I drove all the way home for nothing. Big waste of gas!
Half way back to the hospital, the voice comes again.
Did you turn off the flat iron? (for some reason, during the 10 minutes I was home, I decided to straighten my hair. Don’t ask)
I don’t know. Probably. I usually do.
Are you sure?
What could possibly go wrong anyway?
Uh…..hello? Do you not remember what just happened 20 minutes ago?
Fine.
I drive back home and find the flat iron plugged in. Listen to the little voice. It only took me 6 times to catch on. Not bad.
3 comments:
That little voice can be handy if you can hear it. :)
And even more handier if you listen!! :)
We all have days like this. Glad you didn't burn your house down! :)
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