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Topic: Embarrassed (07/19/07)
TITLE: Hinging On Stupidity
By George Parler
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After I had worked many long hours, my Supervisor asked if I would take the company truck into town to pick up some cabinet hinges for him before I went to bed that morning. So being the good employee that I am I took off to the hardware store in town. History would later show I should have gone to bed instead.
Arriving at the store, I had parked across the street due to the crowded parking lot in front of the store. As always, due to my habit of forming bad habits, I left the keys in the ignition.
Inside the store, it was taking forever to find the right hinges with the inexperienced sales clerk I was dealing with. But after seeing that I was not impressed with his lack of knowledge concerning cabinet hinges he called the manager for backup. It was a good thing, since I didn’t know any more about cabinet hinges than the sales clerk did. Tired, and now frustrated, I signed the ticket for the hinges, jumped in the truck, and headed back to the office.
Driving back, my thoughts were of how great it was going to feel when I slithered between the covers for some much needed sleep. The music on the radio was a little too soothing as my eyelids felt as though they weighed one hundred pounds each. Reaching over to turn off the radio I noticed it was a CD that was playing and not the radio. First time I noticed that it had a CD player. I wondered what else was new as I glanced around the truck cab. Then, as a sledgehammer gets one’s attention when it hits you between the eyes, I slammed on the brakes and came to a screeching halt to the side of the road. "OH MY GOD, HELP ME", I prayed . . . I was in someone else’s truck! I figured the police would be closing in any second. I was going to jail with a bag of hinges!
I made a "U" turn in the middle of the highway. If I was going to jail for Grand Theft Auto a ticket for an illegal “U” turn wouldn’t amount to much in the grand scheme of things at the pressing moment. I figured the police and the owner of the truck would probably be standing in the parking lot of the hardware store gathering forensic evidence from the alleged crime scene. I was getting dizzy from holding my breath as I turned the corner, but there was no one in the parking lot. So I parked the truck back in the same spot from which I stole it from . . . I mean . . . drove it from. And to make matters worse, I turned back to look at the black pickup truck one final time as I opened the door and got into the solid white company truck!
I drove away totally embarrassed with myself. What an idiot I was. I could just see myself trying to explain to the arresting officer how I mistook a solid black truck for a solid white one. A psychological examination and a cat scan would have been in my immediate future I’m sure. But how was I going to save face with this back at the office. No one but I knew about it so the best thing would have been to just keep my mouth shut. Which would have probably worked. . . At least up to the point where my supervisor asked me where the new hinges were. “You’re not going to believe this”, I muttered as I remembered the last place I saw that bag of hinges was in a black truck!
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