I'm gettin' old
Have any of you gotten into a situation where you thought your car had been stolen? Well I did, this morning after yoga class. I went to the second basement of 88 Corporate Centre and headed for slot 7... and goshdarnit if my heart didn't jump right up to my throat my car wasn't in slot 7! "Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god..." I kept repeating to myself. Eff it, what's in the car? Work laptop? No I left it at the office... My external hard drive? No, it's in my bag... My shoes! My clothes! A bottle of wine! My favourite jacket...! But dammit, who would steal an effen Jazz?! Basement 2, slot 7... basement 2, slot 7,... eff it, I'm on basement 3!
I ran to the third basement and made a beeline for slot 7, and found my precious Toby. An overwhelming feeling of stupidity washed over me, and at the same time a wonderful knee-buckling sense of immense relief. I'd never been so glad to be mistaken!
I ran to the third basement and made a beeline for slot 7, and found my precious Toby. An overwhelming feeling of stupidity washed over me, and at the same time a wonderful knee-buckling sense of immense relief. I'd never been so glad to be mistaken!