Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Thanks a lot, 29
So far, my 29th year is not off to the best start. This morning I managed to lock my apartment key in my apartment for only the second time in my life. I'm pretty paranoid about locking myself out, so I've developed this obsessive-compulsive habit of always putting my hand on my keys when I shut the door. The problem is, this technique only works when all of the keys are actually on the keychain. I'd taken my apartment key off last night to give to Dave and forgotten to put it back on. Thankfully, I realized this before I reached my car, so I didn't have to call a locksmith; I just had to wait half an hour for my landlord to show up at the office so I could get a spare key to let myself back in.
On my way home, I had to drive up to Reston to deliver some bridesmaid's dresses to their community center for a prom-dress drive. I decided to take the toll road home, since it's the quickest way to get from there to my apartment, but I forgot to grab some quarters out of my laundry stash this morning. I had absolutely no cash or change in my wallet, so I bummed 75 cents from my boss, since I was pretty sure that was the amount of the toll. However, it turned out that, at the point where I entered the toll road, I actually had to go through two tolls--a 50-cent one on the on-ramp, and then the regular 75-cent one. Unprepared for the second toll, I reasoned that I would just exit before I got to the toll plaza, even though doing so would mean I would have to drive through Tyson's Corner, which was the very area I was trying to avoid by taking the toll road. But hey, I thought, it's better than getting a ticket! Obviously, I didn't realize that there would be ANOTHER 50-cent toll on the off-ramp. I had no choice but to toss my single remaining quarter in the basket and drive away while the sirens blared. Great. Not only did I have to drive through the Tyson's congestion, but I am probably going to get a ticket anyway. I wonder if VDOT will have mercy on me if they note that my clearly unintentional scoffing of the law happened on my birthday.
Let's hope 29 only gets better from here.
So far, my 29th year is not off to the best start. This morning I managed to lock my apartment key in my apartment for only the second time in my life. I'm pretty paranoid about locking myself out, so I've developed this obsessive-compulsive habit of always putting my hand on my keys when I shut the door. The problem is, this technique only works when all of the keys are actually on the keychain. I'd taken my apartment key off last night to give to Dave and forgotten to put it back on. Thankfully, I realized this before I reached my car, so I didn't have to call a locksmith; I just had to wait half an hour for my landlord to show up at the office so I could get a spare key to let myself back in.
On my way home, I had to drive up to Reston to deliver some bridesmaid's dresses to their community center for a prom-dress drive. I decided to take the toll road home, since it's the quickest way to get from there to my apartment, but I forgot to grab some quarters out of my laundry stash this morning. I had absolutely no cash or change in my wallet, so I bummed 75 cents from my boss, since I was pretty sure that was the amount of the toll. However, it turned out that, at the point where I entered the toll road, I actually had to go through two tolls--a 50-cent one on the on-ramp, and then the regular 75-cent one. Unprepared for the second toll, I reasoned that I would just exit before I got to the toll plaza, even though doing so would mean I would have to drive through Tyson's Corner, which was the very area I was trying to avoid by taking the toll road. But hey, I thought, it's better than getting a ticket! Obviously, I didn't realize that there would be ANOTHER 50-cent toll on the off-ramp. I had no choice but to toss my single remaining quarter in the basket and drive away while the sirens blared. Great. Not only did I have to drive through the Tyson's congestion, but I am probably going to get a ticket anyway. I wonder if VDOT will have mercy on me if they note that my clearly unintentional scoffing of the law happened on my birthday.
Let's hope 29 only gets better from here.
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