Alternate post title: I Really Need to Clean Out My Car
First thing’s first – I just ran a 7 mile run (my long run of the week, per my half marathon training plan) with minimal hip pain!!!!!!
I’m back, baby!
Granted, the run was inside on a treadmill due to yet another Midwest snowfall last night.
Regardless, it was a splendid run! I had another runner on the treadmills on each side of me (which I love) and I zoned out, listened to my tunes, and conquered the distance!
Wait a second. Back to “listened to my tunes.” This almost didn’t happen. Let me explain.
On Monday, I went to an auto shop to get my oil changed and my tired rotated. There were about three different employees in my car during the time I was there. They did their thang, I paid, I left a happy customer.
Fast forward to this morning as I hop in my car and reach under my center counsel to grab the iPod. It’s not there! omg! I always leave it here – what did I do with it?!?
So I head back inside and look at the other “iPod homes” (places I put my iPod.) And it wasn’t there either. Then all the sudden a light bulb goes off.
Now before I go on, let me explain that I kind of have this really bad trait. It’s the “it can’t be my fault!!!” trait. Every single time I lose something, the blame usually falls on Shane (only because Niko and Clarabelle don’t have thumbs.) Poor guy. A lot of the yelling in our household goes like this:
Me: Where did you put my (____fill in blank___)
Shane: I don’t think I did anything with it…
Me: Right. You just cleaned the entire kitchen, but didn’t touch my _____.
Shane: Well, maybe I did, but I sure don’t remember it.
Me…five minutes later: *hangs head in shame* I found it…it was under the fridge, Niko must have put it there (blatant lie)
OK. Moving on. I call Shane and let him know that those crooks at the car place pocketed my iPod! My 2006 old school, engraved, nano iPod!!! Shane told me not to get upset about it, and we’d get a new one – that they’re not that expensive anymore. But I rebutted that I didn’t want a new one! I wanted my archaic black nano!! (That I actually got him for his birthday six years ago.) Then he had to get off the phone because he was at work.
Needless to say, I didn’t like Shane’s answer. So I called my dad. He thinks more like me (and believed me when I told him those crooks stole my iPod.) His solution was that what they did was just wrong, and that I should go there and demand my iPod or else I’d call the police!! Finally some action I could take.
Since I was already on my way to the gym to go on my run at this point, I decided I’d call those goodfornothing crooks instead.
Me: “Hello, I came in on Monday …. and my iPod was in my car when I got there, and out of my car when I left!”
Auto Shop Guy: “Uh, sorry to hear that. I’ll talk to the guys throughout the day if you want to call back later.”
Me: “OK. I guess you could do that before I pursue further action” – in my best “I mean it” tone (which is pitiful, by the way.)
Just as I hang up, even though I always put my iPod under my center counsel, I check my back seat. After I move my spin shoes, my running shoes, my yoga mat, the next day’s gym clothes, and my 23 canvas bags, I spot something familiar.
*hangs head in shame*…
*picks up the phone*…
Me: Uh, hi…I just called about the iPod
Auto Shop Guy: Yep.
Me: Well….turns out my husband took it out of my car (ha!) I’m so sorry and so embarrassed. No need to question your guys about it. Again, I’m so sorry for blaming you.
Auto Shop Guy: Hey, that’s ok. Have a good day!
I was so glad he was cool about it. And so glad I’m getting a new car next week so they won’t remember me.
So, my friends, the moral of the story is: If something of yours is missing, and the back seat of your car looks like mine, then it’s most likely your fault that it’s lost.
So I tell this story in jest, but alas, it’s still a true story. I should know myself better by now!!!
On that note…happy Friday I’m off to train a few clients
How often do you lose things? Do you tend to place the blame on others for losing things?