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About Me
- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
4 comments:
What did you forget?
This one’s true. Leaving Canada for a trip to Paris on the occasion of my 50th birthday, we had one might say a major seizure over a missing passport.
We arrived at the airport early. That was lucky. The whole thing started when we were asked for our passports. My wife had hers, but thought I had my own. I thought she was carrying both of them.
The only thing to do was to flee home, risking life and limb as Abdul, our driver, made special efforts to change lanes and speed (acting remarkably normal, really) in the interest of helping us make our flight.
At home, I tore apart the bedroom, looking everywhere. Just about to give up in despair, my wife found the passport tucked into some tourist information she’d printed for our trip.
My kids laugh to this day at our frantic household search for a passport that was with us all along!
In the end, we had a fabulous trip, as I enjoyed my first visit to Paris in 22 years.
Where Are My Glasses?
Where are my glasses?
I check my desk, keyboard, chair, and office machine top. No~.
I walk to my bedroom throwing my pillows, spreading my blanket. No.
I rush to the bathroom scanning the cabinet, sink, counter, and toilet tank cover.
But, I still don't find it.
Where are my glasses?
Will it be...
I root through the hamper, the wastebasket and, even
the fridge, the oven, the dishwater. No, No, No~.
Where IN HELL are my glasses?
Could it be...
A joke? Today is not April First.
Who stole my glasses?
Who hid them?
Why they are gone?
I'm a cat on a hot tin roof.
I need to be cool.
I splash water on my face.
Eh? What's on my nose?
--123 words
Here is something I forgot in the past.
When I pass the knowledge test, I pasted the big L letter on the back of my car and started to drive on my own. I knew it was illegal to do. The thing was that I couldn’t have an experienced driver sitting at side seat as I wanted, so I just let go. One day, I was driving along Lougheed Highway to my workplace, and I suddenly found I was followed by a police car. My hands became sweaty and shaking because of guilty conscience. I tried to manage to be as calm as I could. Luckily the police car bypassed me and turned right at next intersection. Then I was relieved. I drove to the office and thought I was ok, but this incident obviously had an impact on me that I forgot to turn off the head light when I switched off the engine. When I finished work, it was snowy outside, I found I couldn’t start the engine and I have no idea of why. I went into the office asking my colleagues for help. One of my colleagues took a glance at me and laughed: “New driver, Hah? Did you turn off your headlight?” I said no, then he told me to call road assistance service. So that was what I did—I waited for 40 minutes in the cold wind until the assistant worker came. I didn’t wait in the office because I was so embarrassed about myself. After this accident, I told myself I would never forget to turn off the light. Too bad, my memory was not as good as I thought to be. This time, my neighbor knocked my door at 10pm telling me that he had been watching my car light on the whole evening. I thanked my neighbor profusely and switch off the light. So far, I never forget to turn off my car light; hopefully, I will not forget in the future.
What did you forget?
By Maria
I woke up early in the morning as I have a doctor’s appointment. I see to it that I prepared everything that I need. The weather that day was as cold as ice. I went out of our house and walked down to the bus stop shivering, the bus came promptly and brought me to Edmonds Station. I transferred from a bus to the Skytrain and safely reached my doctor’s office near Joyce’s Station. I entered the office confidently and I greeted the receptionist “Good morning Ms. Beth”. She is aware that I have a confirmed appointment, so she asked me to wait for my turn and offered me to relax and sit.
She called me as it is now my turn to see my doctor. Beth asked me, “where is your medical card?” O, what a CRAP! I think I forgot it. Immediately, I apologized and begged her if I could see my family doctor without my medical card. She said, I will just reset your appointment and come back with your medical card next time. I went back home and I cried like a river over it as it wasted my long hours of waiting.
Fri Feb 18, 09:54:00 PM 2011
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