My office building has a parking garage....
I was given a special sticker to open said garage on my first day of work. I got all the way to the elevator at the end of the day last Monday and realized that I had forgotten the parking pass. I go back, search my cubicle and come up with nothing. I find it five minutes later in my co-workers cubicle. The next morning I get to work, reach into my purse for the sticker and again....come up with nothing.
Perplexed as to its whereabouts I park on the street, hang my head in shame and head up to the 9th floor. Not wanting to admit how irresponsible and well, stupid I am to my co-workers, I continue to park on the street for the rest of the week.
Today I had planned on admitting my foolishness and asking for a new parking pass, but couldn't muster up the courage (guess I wouldn't be a Gryffindor....).
In a rare moment of productivity I decided to clean my kitchen tonight. I reach for one of the many plastic Tupperware containers on the counter to rinse out its contents before shoving it into the dishwasher....
The parking pass is inside.
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You lost your parking pass for a week and it was in a tupperware the whole time??
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