Now let me get to yesterday evening. I got to the mall and had an omelet which was half cooked and spilled all over my top. I burnt my mouth with the hot chocolate. Twice. I ran around like a headless chicken trying to get my new glasses and the phone and then get home in time for the man maid. He called me three times as I literally sprinted out and drove home. I finally parked at the entrance to the building compound, put the hazard lights on and made three trips to finally get everything home. Then I proceeded to open and play with the new phone for the next six hours straight. Then while I was making myself a yummy fruit preserve sandwich it struck me that I had forgotten to park the car. I ran down and saw the hazard lights barely blinking. The remote locking system was not working. I tried opening the driver's door which didn't open. I opened the opposite door and got in and then proceeded to climb over to the driver's seat and then climbed back over to the other side because I'd forgotten to close the door. And THEN I climbed back into the driver's seat, slid the car key in and turned. Nothing. Of course the battery was dead. I got out and realised the doors would not close. I called my husband and told him what happened. He sighed and said,"Why do these things happen? Wait I'm on my way." He didn't get upset. He's like an incarnation of the Buddha in this day and age. I'd probably have to burn bundles of currency in his presence to incur his wrath. But then he just might smile and say,"It's alright baby. It happens." He's that patient God bless him.
Finally I called the recovery vehicle and he promised to be there within the hour. He got there and called me. I thought I'll take Ninna for a walk. I picked up the iPhone because after spending six hours with the new phone I was yet to transfer my contacts, the passkey card to the building, car keys and Ninna's leash. I got to the lift and realised I'd forgotten to put the leash on the dog. I went back in and took Ninna with me and then when I reached the lift I realised I'd forgotten to take money to give the recovery guy. I went back in AGAIN and finally the guy took away my beloved car. I had to call the workshop and inform them to expect the car so I dialled the number and proceeded to tell them the particulars of the car when the amused man at the other end said," Ma'am I just took your vehicle. I'm taking it to the workshop." Wrong number! You bet Mercury is fucking retrograde.