Michael McLeod
I am cleaning out my shed and discovering that I am such a forgetfull bozo and such an occasional and sporadic gardener/painter/homeowner caretaker that over the years I have purchased seven pairs of work gloves. Any particular place where I should donate them?Thank you, signed bona fida airhead..
In all seriousness when I found them is was embarrassed as hell. I have blown off numerous people close to me, particularly my significant other, the grade school teacher who is well suited to deal with the likes of a bozo such as I, who tells me I am disorganized.
Given that I found SEVEN pairs of work gloves, four unopened and unused, I have a hard time pretending she does not have me dead to rights. In all seriousness I think I funneled any organization skills, meager though they were, into writing, and have been slapdash elsewhere. It may sound amusing but that's not the feeling I have right now. I think I owe Denise an apology actually. I'm not making light ofthis though I guess my story has its comic element, And I'm sure as hell not laughing as I clean up my shed, discovering various other multiple puchases -- a half dozen cans of comet cleaner among them.
Just called Denise to apologize.
When I told her how many pairs of gloves I found she said:
"I'm not surprised."
She wasn't snarky about it either.
Which of course just made me feel worse.
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