Three people were late to work today due to forgetting their wallets and I was one of them. This lead to a quest for a free car park which added an extra ten minute walk before I even got to work.
Luckily I was meeting Mummy Pigalina for lunch so that was sorted – though i was short changed by a man that thinks “no cucumber” means “no cucumber, jalapenos, olives or carrot”.
My wallet is safely on the kitchen bench now, next to my keys and has a blog post to also jog my memory.
And yes, it is a man’s wallet.
This morning was back to work after four days off over Easter. Mr Pigalina headed off by himself while I faffed about with having breakfast, doing my hair, clearing up cat vomit – your standard morning things. As I was about to leave the house myself I remembered that my keys were safely in Mr Pigalina’s glove box, now 20 minutes away.
It then turned farcical – spare key on his car keyring, no bus money, nowhere within walking distance to get money out. That’s OK I can monitor my emails at home. Not today you can’t as your work phone that they send the secret login code to is flat with the charger at work.
Mr Pigalina had driven all the way to work (via Subway for breakfast – I have my spies) and then had to drive all the way home to rescue me. I used to keep a spare key in my wallet but somehow lost it at the dog park. Time to replace it.
I am not sure if William is lazy or just a bit simple. (Mr Pigalina would say the latter). He sat forlornly staring through the front door for about an hour after we got home because he either couldn’t be bothered going around to the back of the house and in through his cat door or he had forgotten it existed. We eventually took pity on him.