I was reading about a guy who ran the New York City marathon, then realized that he forgot where he parked his car, and was stuck with no money, keys, or phone.
I thought, "How dumb is that?"
Then I remembered an incident in my life and I thought, "Be careful where you cast stones, boy."
It was quite a while ago and I was in a job where I had to travel constantly.
I was living in Boston at the time, and my usual week consisted of flying out on Monday, working on the road all week, and flying back in on Friday afternoon.
It got to the point where days, weeks and months all blended together. And most of the times when I came back on Friday, I had the mental capacity of a leafy green vegetable.
So, one time I got back into town and practically crawled through the parking garage to my car.
Except my car wasn't where I had parked it.
I thought, "No. Don't do this to me. Not today."
I stood in one spot for what seemed like an eternity. I'd like to tell you I was thinking about what to do, but, truth be told, I wasn't capable of thinking about anything more complicated than tying my shoe at the time.
Eventually, I resolved myself to the fact that my car had been stolen and I started trucking on back towards the terminal.
I headed to the Mass state police office on the first floor looking like I had been left in the dryer too long.
The trooper at the desk sized me up as I walked in, and when I told him my car had been stolen, he looked doubtful and just grunted an, "uh huh," in response. He asked me where I had parked and the license plate and description of my car.
Then he said, "Do you travel a lot?" I didn't know what that had to do with anything, but I nodded yes.
"Just go have a seat and we'll be right with you," he said.
"No reports to fill out or anything?"
He just nodded toward the chairs in response, so I went and sat down. He went in the back room and I could hear him talking on the radio, but couldn't make out what he was saying.
I waited for a while. The cop was just casually going about his business at the front desk.
I was getting impatient when another trooper came walking in.
"Sir, your car is up on the third floor of the garage," he said to me. "Would you like me to take you there?"
Now, I was really befuddled. "The third floor? But I parked on the second..."
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had gone to the space where I had parked
the week before.
"Oh crap," was all I could think of to say.
The officer at the desk looked like he was ready to bust out laughing.
"How did you know?" I asked him.
He just shook his head without looking up. "You just had that look about you," he said.
I didn't ask whether he meant the weary traveller or just clueless in general, since I was taught not to ask a question you didn't want the answer to.
Then I just slunk out of the office, feeling about an inch tall.
That just goes to show, no matter how ridiculous someone's circumstances might be, I've probably been there and done that too.
Read all my blogs and 'What's New' posts at
www.bobnortham.com