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One of THOSE moments March 3, 2008
You know the ones. When your heart momentarily stops beating. When you have a sudden, undeniable feeling that you SCREWED up. Bad. And you have nobody to blame but yourself. I had one of these on Saturday morning. Let me give you some background first, though…So Friday afternoon I had to go to a board meeting for Lizzie’s daycare. Oh yes. As if I don’t have QUITE enough to do already, I volunteered to be on the board of directors for the daycare. Yeah. So, anyway, the board meeting was downtown. I didn’t want to take my purse with me because I hate going through metal detectors with my purse. I took my wallet out and put it in my backpack so that I could leave the whole thing in the back of my car and then go for coffee after the meeting. Good plan, right? It worked out fine on Friday. Went off without a hitch as a matter of fact.Fast forward to Saturday morning. Lizzie had Suzuki music class at 10:45. I was actually running a few minutes ahead of schedule, as opposed to my customary 5 or 10 minutes late. We were on our way when I realized that I was dangerously low on gas. There is a distinct lack of gas stations in the 10 miles or so between our house and the music school. I stopped at one gas station (that is actually full service, by the way. Did you even know they still have those? Well, they do. At least Buffalo does. At least one.) The line was forever long, though, so I hopped back on the 190 and decided to stop at Tops right by the music school. We make it there (with the little orange picture of the gas pump lit up all the while, I might add) and I turn the car off to get out to pump the gas. I reach for my wallet. Do you see where this is going? You guessed it. No wallet. I’m feeling nervous right now just writing about it. I will admit, I was freaking out. I am a freaker outer. All the possible solutions were racing through my head. Do I call Enrique? Do I try to borrow money from one of the other moms at Suzuki? Maybe I have a credit card in my purse…lemme look. OH MY GOODNESS!!!! A Tops gift card!!!!!! Let me just take this opportunity to say thank goodness for Christmas gifts. Enrique’s aunt and uncle gave us a Tops gift card for Christmas as part of a pasta dinner basket-y thing. We don’t shop at Tops, but I grabbed the gift card…umm…I dunno. Probably over a month ago now and tossed it in my purse “just in case”. In case of what I don’t know. In case I needed groceries and felt like going to Tops to buy them I suppose. In any event, that gift card saved my butt on Saturday. It put half a tank of gas in my car.
