Montana n: A state of the northwest United States bordering on Canada. Admitted as the 41st state in 1889. The fourth largest state in the union, it includes vast prairies and numerous majestic mountain ranges.
Syn: Treasure State, Big Sky Country, Last Best Place.
Jones n: slang. An addiction or very deep craving.
Friday, September 15, 2006
I left my wallet in El Segundo
The whole day was building up to a cheeseburger and a beer. It was to be my celebration dinner for a job well done. Running errands through the afternoon, some exercise, a shower, cleaning up. Get dressed, grab keys, phone and… and… where the fuck is my wallet?
All the usual suspects are checked several times. My pockets, desk, kitchen, my pockets, bedroom, bathroom, car and my pockets. The ugly sinking feeling of having lost something valuable grows with each check and re-check.
The mental gymnastics are the most painful. Lets see, I had it out the other day when I checked that business card. No wait. I had to pull a buck out to buy a coke yesterday. That's it. Last place I used it. But what was in it? Drivers license, credit card, receipts, 30 or 40 bucks. Forget the money, I'll miss the phone numbers and business cards I kept there. And damn. Lost the costco card.
I abandoned plans for the cheeseburger, instead I scooted back to the office and retraced all my steps from the previous day. Looking under furniture and pacing through the garage. It's gone. One more thing to try. I stop as the gasit mart where I last remember using it. No luck. The helpful clerk girl digs around under the counter a little but no lost and found wallets.
It's gone.
Driving back home, very conscious that I have no drivers license on me, I am feeling grumpy and hungry from the missed cheeseburger. I figure I can still stop at the store and get myself something nice for my celebration dinner. It's only the wallet that is lost, not the entire day. I think chilidogs sound good. And how about a bottle of wine to go with that? Yeah. I am celebrating end of summer after all.
The checkout girl ten years younger than me asked for my ID to buy the wine. I don't blame the supermarket for adding insult to injury. I blame the universe.
There is more Jones in the archives: February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 December 2009 January 2010 May 2014
