Today was what one might call a laughable day. I do not mean the kind of laugh that you get when you watch the Three Amigos sing "My little buttercup," in a saloon full of Mexicans. Though that is quite enjoyable. I do not mean the kind of laugh when Matt Stone makes some sort of inappropriate joke, nor do I mean the good-hearted chuckle of friends having a good time. When I say laughable I mean the kind of laugh that makes you slump in a chair, lean your head back, laugh to yourself and say "are you serious? That would be something that would happen to me today."
Waking up before the sun rises is never fun but though my day started at 5am I had no worries. It took about 30 minutes for my eyes to get adjusted to being awake but somehow I had managed to get dressed and get to work without a hitch, even though I couldn't see. By the time I had arrived at work my eyes were alert and properly functioning but the rest of my body did not respond in the same fashion. Some people would say I was a bit clumsy at work. I had made an excellent sampling of our new latte and then in the same manner gracefully spilled it on the counter. I made whip creams that seemed to explode from the top and drip down the sides and I spilled a bunch of stir sticks on the condiment bar. Not a big deal, messes happen daily at the bucks ..... then I dropped an entire drawer of money on the floor in the back. " Seriously," was the only thing I could muster up as I picked up pennies that had flown all the way under the supply shelves. No matter, it was 11:30 and time for me to go home. On my way home I stopped by the bank to drop off the daily deposit. So, in the drive thru lane at Chase I preceded to drop my bag into the sliding box but had not realized in my hurried state to get out the door I did not tape the bag shut. Money flew out of the bag, onto the ground and under my car. I hurriedly picked up the money I saw next to me and placed it in the box and began to read as I waited for the teller to count my drop. " Um, mam"..... I heard the teller say to me. " Did you drop some more money because I'm short sixty dollars." Imagine the look of a deer in headlights. That's about how I felt. In full Starbucks attire, hat, apron and all I get down on my knees and pray the money is on the ground. Here's the scene : 20 bucks under my car, 3o dollars behind my car and two gentlemen in a tan truck across from me yelling " Girl, if you're letting money blow away send some our way." I waved, chuckled and said " oh if only I could." The gentlemen were nice enough to point out the last 20 dollar bill behind me and so I gave it to the teller, got in my car, sighed a little and continued to read. "Um, mam...." he said a couple of minutes later. "We can't deposit a 50 cent euro." Where did that come from? I knew the coin looked strange when I had put it in the bag but I didn't think much of it. I found 50 American cents in my wallet and gave it to the poor teller, who by this point has a good story to tell his workmates. After the 50 cent switch I received my receipt and headed home.
Oh, but the fun doesn't stop there. The school quarter is ending and with the mess of scattered papers on my floor and misplaced bills I decided it was time to organize my life. I would go to walmart get some file folders and binders then head to campus and print things out for class. I never made it to campus. I grabbed my school bag and found myself sitting in walmart's parking lot looking for my purse in my car. I had left it at home. At this point I just leaned my head back and laughed. I mean what else could I do - of all the days. I just knew something like this would happen. I drove back home, found my purse on the chair where I had left it. "Walmart run try #2," I said to myself as I backed out of my carport. From there my day went better and I was able to buy my file folders and binders and begin the organization process. But I had to just laugh, sigh, and maybe groan a little at the events of the day. What else could I do? At least I got a euro from all this mess.
