The list: Things I forgot to bring with me to the gym this morning:
-Shower shoes (eewwww.)
-A towel (um yeaaaah – so, I just walked through the locker room, sopping wet, in a hand towel)
-A hairbrush (finger-combs do not work as well as you may suspect)
-Oh, and MY PANTS.
I had to be at work early this morning – like 6am early – to drop off some trinkets at everyone's desk before they got to the office (it's part of a new brand launch project…). So, in all of my ambitious wisdom I decided that I should just head to the office in workout clothes - that way, I could go to the YMCA by my office right after I make the drop, shower and get ready for work there, and be back at my desk by 8:00. Good idea, right? The faulty part of this rock-solid plan is that, as you may very well know, I am NOT a morning person. I try, really, I do, but my brain refuses to participate in bodily function any earlier than 8:00AM (and that's pushing it). The fatal mistake lies here: instead of packing up my bag last night, I thought to myself: surely I can just throw everything together before I leave in the morning. Right, self? Surely...
And, that's where the list comes in. The morning was running smoothly, as planned. I woke up, put on some workout clothes, shoved my work clothes and 'getting-ready' items in a bag, and was out the door in 10 minutes flat. I successfully made the super-secret-brand-trinket-drop at the office, and hit the elliptical machine at the Y. Which brings me to the locker room. I noticed my predicament as soon as I got my bag out of the locker and opened it. NO PANTS! I immediately closed the bag and went back out to my car thinking, well, the only option is to go all the way back home (my office is half an hour from our house) and get ready there, which would make me at least an hour late for work. BUT HARK! It's only 7:20 – my usual carpool group doesn't leave our neighborhood until 7:30, maybe there's a chance to catch them! I called Levi, who graciously agreed to take my pants to the carpool meeting place, so that they could ride to work with my coworkers (awesome). He's wonderful. His only request? "Please call them and let them know what I'm doing, so I'm not just that guy that shows up with your pants". So, then there's that conversation,
"Hey Marie, can I ask an odd favor of you..?"
"Sure, and, uh, I'll let you explain later how that happened."
With that little mix-up relatively solved, I got out of my car and headed back into the locker room. To the shower. I'll spare you the details, but just let me say, it was not fun. I dried off with a hand towel for pete's sake.
At this particular moment, dear friends, I am sitting at my desk. Hair combed (kind of), make-up on, in a nice blouse, high heels, and... gym shorts, waiting for my pants-savior Marie to arrive.
It's going to be a good day.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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Heather - that's hilarious!
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