When I went to put on my seude "s'fine to wear 'em with jeans" shoes this morning, I realize that they'd been rattling around in the van for the last little while. I tossed a pair of socks into my bag and slipped on my sandals - didn't think that swapping footwear at 5:30am in our parking lot would raise any eyebrows.
Flashback to a month ago when I sickly realized that I had lost my wallet.
I had geared up to go for a bike ride and then circle back out in the van for some essentials (toothpaste, toilet paper, that kind of thing...), but when I got outside, it looked like one of Toronto's famous summer storms was brewing so I went straight out to the drug store instead thinking that I could just hop on the bike when I got back, weather permitting. Which I did. I did my errands, came back - and headed straight out for a ride without bothering to take the couple of things up to the apartment first.
So this morning, I'm sitting there on my tailgate, shoe's and socks off, putting my shoes on. Right foot, in. Tied. Left foot, in. Almost. Foot didn't fit all the way in. I reached in to fish out the obstruction, and lo and behold. My wallet.
Dumbass.
New place to add to the list of places I absolutely must look when I lose something. Geez that list is getting long. I hate to see how many volumes it will occupy when I'm in my forties.