Mom Tired Blast From The Past: September 2006
Ok, so, I’m opening my very own independent bookstore.
It’s a cute little thing, in a quaint little old building with tons of character, and sits right on the water.
I rent the building, which means I have a landlord.
(This will be an important fact later in the story).
So one day, running back and forth between my house and the bookstore, I placed the single key to the bookstore (another important clue) in my apparently very shallow front jean pocket (a third clue).
SIDEBAR: Guess what?? That tiny pocket in your jeans is NOT for holding a key…
I then, er, um, went to the bathroom and after I flushed I was pulling up my jeans when I heard an unmistakable BLLLLOOOOOP sound.
I knew IMMEDIATELY what it was.
That’s right, my only bookstore key not only fell in the toilet, but flushed right down the toilet.
I never saw it.
I just heard it.
After I recovered from the shock and then spent the next 10 minutes laughing hysterically at myself, I had an awful realization — that was the only key that I had… which meant that I had to call and explain the situation to my landlord.
And, you know, get a new key.
Thank goodness I have cool landlords with the same goofy sense of humor as me.
The picture is how the new key came back to my from the landlord, complete on its on a “floaty” — a device that boaters generally use for their boating keys in case they get dropped in the water they will float.
Dang, if only I had been the one to think of that…
Mom Tired from Jacqueline Wilson shares (?overshares) funny stories and observational humor from juggling life as a mom, wife, and business owner.
