So, you had a bad day!

Yesterday the bad decisions started early. The first one was to get up at all. No, it wasn’t Friday the thirteenth, I hadn’t walked under a ladder or strayed across the path of a black cat or cut my nails the day before (Thursday for losses).  Given the myriad superstitions that my mother and grandmother had, I must have transgressed at least one and probably more.

The first discovery was that a document had gone missing. Desk turned upside down, draws and cupboards inside out for a half hour or so – nothing. OK, back track through when last seen and the little video in my head revealed a foggy image of a colleague picking it up at a meeting the previous day. I called him and, sure enough, “oh, I just borrowed it, I’ll bring it to the pub tonight and give it you back”. Great.

Later I set out for what I hoped and expected would be an enjoyable session of cards. The bad decision?  To take a quick power nap before leaving. Tournaments start at five, but at that time, I was still sitting fuming and fretting in an almost endless traffic jam. Late and stressed is not the way to succeed at anything and so it turned out, enjoyable as it was. Oh, and a “power nap”? It’s shorter than a “pensioner’s nap”.

And now to the pub. Warning! Bad decision coming, I took the car (no, that wasn’t it) to my usual parking lot in Hamra and let the car jockey do his stuff for me (that was it!).  Convivial Friday night atmosphere, lots of friends and acquaintances and the list retrieved. Happy hour slipped by. “let’s move on to another place down the road, cheap drinks, plenty of atmosphere and loads of history, it was open before and during the war”. “OK, let’s go”. A snap decision, and a bad one. If I’d left then, disaster might have been averted. Great atmosphere and time ticked past. Walked back to car park and waited for the car jockey to find my car key.

I became aware of pockets being turned out, tins emptied and cupboards searched. There followed a hurried conference between the car jockeys. Cars were then searched one by one and after half an hour they admitted that the key had been lost.

Now what use is a car without a key? I had no choice but to leave the car and get a taxi home. Now we’ll see if not going back until morning was another bad decision.

And when I got home, I realised that the retrieved document had gone again too, left somewhere while the key was being searched for.

Better to have stayed in bed.

PS today is better, car retrieved with spare key and document found in car.