Moss, is humor writer from Tennessee. She writes a
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things that happen to everyone.
She has written for the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal,
Oakridge Now, Atlanta Woman Magazine, Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton
Advocate, and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
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||The Mad Dash...
The Mad Dash
am excellent at remembering where I left things, which means I am at
least of normal intelligence, mental illness does not run in my
family, and I nearly always know where I left my purse. Occasionally,
however, I find myself having a rare and unexplainable lapse of
memory. This morning was such a morning. I was getting ready for work,
running late, as usual and in a great hurry to get out the door and on the road.
I hate to be late for work, mostly, of course, because Iím such a
dedicated employee, but also because itís impossible to find a
parking place when Iím late. I skillfully maneuvered my car onto the
roadway, causing only one driver to swerve into a different lane. I
was already in the fast lane when I realized that I had forgotten my
A parking card is electronically scanned at the entrance to the garage
like a credit card. It magically raises the wooden arm that lets you
into the parking garage. When I glanced at the sun visor, I was
startled to see that my parking card was missing and was not where it
was supposed to be behind the garage door opener.
Clearly this was impossible given my impeccable record for remembering
detail. I had my purse, my lunch, my ID card, and even my coffee mug -
but the card was missing. It could not be found on the seat under my
lunch bag, or by digging around in my purse with one hand while
driving with the other, a highly developed skill belonging only to
Now this is the dilemma: Do I continue on to work and pay five dollars
to park all day or turn around at the first exit and go back home for
the card? Of course, there is really no question here. As soon as I
arrive at the first exit, I execute a U-turn and head back home.
I could visualize my parking card on the kitchen table where I last
remembered seeing it only moments before my mad dash to the car.
"I know exactly where it is, so it will only take a minute to get
Screeching my brakes in the driveway, I ran into the house to grab the
card and get back on the road. The dog was delighted to see me again
so soon, undoubtedly thinking I must have worked the shortest day in
history. "Out of the way, dog! I need to get my parking
It wasnít there! I could scarcely believe it as I looked under the
table on the floor. I cast suspicious eyes on the dog, but finally
decided he couldnít have reached it and wouldnít like the flavor
of parking cards anyhow which taste nothing like doggy treats, a good
thing since I could never fit him though the card scanner if he
I finally concluded that it had to be in the only place left. I yanked
everything from my purse. Wallet, checkbook, makeup, loose change, all
the objects of necessity that a female needs to maintain life flew
into the air as I dug through my purse with both hands, in spite of
the fact that I could have done it with one.
There in the very bottom of my purse was the elusive parking card.
Obviously, my purse has a secret compartment perfect for concealing
small objects. In fact, it is so secret it is unknown even to me. So,
you can see, I am not really forgetful at all. I had the card with me
the whole time!
Now if I can only figure out what Iíve done with my car keys, I can
go to work.
Copyright 2003 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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