LIFE TALK
This past week, I finally got around to buying a cart for my home pizza oven. And because I was trying to save a little money, I didn't go with the brand name one, but with another one with dimensions that would work. The box was delivered, and I built the cart, only to discover that the listed dimensions were WRONG! The pizza oven did NOT fit!
(It also didn't fit in the trunk of my car, which we'll get to later.)
I took the whole thing apart and repacked it, then drove it to the UPS store for a return. Apparently, Staples doesn't count as a UPS store even though they have a USP outpost inside the store, so I went to a second UPS location. And all this time, I'm maneuvering a hand cart because the box is too heavy to carry.
When I got to UPS, I realized I didn't have glasses, so I couldn't read my phone to find the return QR code, and I couldn't read the screen to figure out what to do. I definitely gave off old lady vibes to the employees! And I was in a particularly bad mood when I left--so bad that when I pulled my mom's keys out of my pocket (remember the cart didn't fit in my car's trunk?), I didn't realize that my keys fell out too and landed in the parking lot.
It wasn't until the next day when I couldn't find my keys that I started piecing together what might have happened. I retraced my steps--all of my steps, including the Staples store where I was turned away--but nobody had my keys. So I went door to door down the strip mall asking if anyone turned in a set of keys.
Have I mentioned that an escaped murder convict was on the loose and had been reported as being spotted in my town? Yeah, add that to the top of the pile. My lost keyring had my house key on it!
I was totally dejected when I went into Great Clips. In fact, I almost didn't go in. But I did, and they had them! And my whole day changed.
And do you know what I did when I got home? I immediately ordered the right pizza cart that I should have ordered in the first place :)
xo,
Diane
p.s. They caught the murderer the next day. The police were troubled by the number of “amateur sleuths” who were trying to sniff out his whereabouts!