Recently I opened up a fortune cookie that read, "You will do well to concentrate on practical matters this week." Hit me right in a weak spot.
I constantly misplace my Blackberry because I use it for so many tasks and also not keeping my mind on what I'm doing causes me to do the dumbest things.
My most recent faux pas was calling Grit, who was reading the paper in the parking lot, to pick me up from shopping. I immediately started looking at emails then looked up to see a brown truck so I walked up and grabbed the handle. The door was locked and the car behind it was honking and honking. The driver's jaw dropped.
Wrong brown truck!
Grit, who was doing the honking to alert me, was laughing out loud.
What if that door hadn't been locked? I shouldn't admit this but I secretly like it when other people slightly mess up. That counts double for my husband who tends to be more in control of his actions — a true left brainer. When he messes up it is oh so redeeming.
Shame on me, I know.
Today at the gym, I was on the weight lifting machines when I looked up and saw a woman walking toward me. Glancing my way for a second she then turned into the men's room.
Two other women saw it happen so we conversed about what we should do. One woman went to the door and called, "Judy, Judy, you're in the men's bathroom!" Obviously she didn't hear the "shout out" because it was several more minutes before she came out wide-eyed and totally embarrassed with her hand to her mouth. Having all done the same thing a time or two, we had a good laugh at her expense.
Not wanting to tell all my foibles I sent out an SOS to friends and got some funny replies.
Christy Davis admitted, "You mean like telling the person you're talking to on the phone that you'll be on your way over just as soon as you can find your phone? Duh!
Holly Hancock replied that while leaving a message on the mechanic's phone and thinking of her husband at the same time she ended with "luv you." Embarrassing.
When men mess up it seems to get a bit more serious, or perhaps they only admit when it's a biggie.
Joseph Grenny wrote that he stepped out of his car thinking it was in park.
It accelerated toward the back fence. Deciding whether he could get in the door and shut it before it crashed through the fence or whether he should just watch helplessly, he did the latter.
The car creamed the fence, bypassed the apricot tree and slammed into the back of a house.
He lost all moral authority with his children to say, "Be careful."
Tony Sorenson summoned his partners, one in New York City and the other in Singapore, and they all traveled to meet a client in Hamburg, Germany. He handed the email he had copied to the taxi driver who told him the address listed did not exist. The driver called the number on the page.
Some fast-talking in German transpired and then he handed the phone to Tony who was told by the client the address was in Homburg not Hamburg.
Needless to say they immediately decided on a conference call.
Author H.L. Wayland got it right saying, "The only people who make no mistakes are dead people. I saw a man last week who has not made a mistake for four thousand years. He was a mummy in the Egyptian department of the British Museum."
Words of comfort, but where's that cell phone again?