Why, yes, I *am* an idiot.

[mamadeb]

I blew off Pa-kua (which was dumb by itself) and decided I'd go out for a bite to eat and do some grocery shopping - jonbaker is at the OU conference about Pareve and it seemed like the seem to do.

So, about 3:00, I put on my scarf and my jacket and coat and waltzed down the steps and out the door, carefully locking it behind me.

Leaving my purse on the floor of my living room...which I realized as I walked to my front gate.

I rang my landlady's bell, since I'd only need to get in the front door - it's a two-family. No answer. I rang it again. No answer. There was a car in her driveway, but no one was home.

Panic. Panic. It's cold. I have no keys. I have no money. Panic. Panic. All I have is my PDA and my bus pass. No cell phone, because Jonathan has it. No credit cards. I'm hungry. I'm cold. Panic. And then I remember. I have my PDA. And on m PDA, under password protection, is my credit card information.

And the local places all know me.

So I walked to one such place - actually, where I'd been heading anyway - and get a somewhat bigger meal than I normally do, and it's not busy, and he knows me, so he just keyed in the number. I sat there for about an hour and half, reading from my PDA and eating slowly, and making faces at a pair of twin two year old boys.

Then I went home, praying that I could get in, and there was a second car in the driveway and she let me in, and I am *so* grateful.

But I'm still an idiot.

Comments

[otherdeb.livejournal.com]

Eh. you're human. We have all done that (or something equally silly) at least once. And at least you had your PDA and the info you needed so you could stay somewhere warmer than the street.