The Mondayest Monday Ever!

Yep, I had the Mondayest Monday ever this past Monday!  I had opened the garage with the button on the wall, pulled my car out and went to close the door behind me.  That's when I discovered the remote was missing from the visor.  I half-heartedly searched around the front seat area, but didn't find it.  I had to go back in the garage, close the door with the wall-button, then leave through the front door (no I wasn't going to try to run out the closing garage door and either trip the sensor that would stop the closing, or just not make it before the door got too low lol).

I get half-way to work, and discovered that I didn't have any reading glasses on top of my head.  Which means I can either turn around and go get a pair from the house, or hope that I have a usable pair in the car or my desk at work somewhere.  I chose to carry on to work, I knew I had a pair in the car, it was just a matter of finding them.  I arrive to work, park on the top level of the parking deck, and start rummaging around for the glasses.  I never found them, but I did manage to find my garage remote in the floorboard of the backseat.  And I ended up having 2 pairs of readers in my desk, so that was good.

At lunch, I walk to my car and notice these 3 streaks down the back bumper that looked like colossal streaks of bird poo, but they were too uniform in width and length to be bird poo.  So I touched one of them and realized it was a scratch that was about 1/8th of an inch deep, 1/4 of an inch wide, and about 4 inches long.  I'm examining the 3 streaks and trying to figure out how in the hell someone managed to hit the bumper like that in the parking deck, and I'm getting ready to call security to pull the video tapes, when I realized that....it wasn't my car.  It was a black Altima.  I drive a Maxima that is the Nissan color name of "crimson Bordeaux", which is kind of like black cherry.  Of course I had to look around to make sure no one saw me touching a car that wasn't mine, and thankfully I was alone on the deck.

When it was quitting time, I gathered my belongings and had an arm full with my Yeti coffee mug, my bottle of water, my phone, my jacket slung over my arm, and my tote bag on my shoulder.  I get to the car and click the door handle button to unlock it, and nothing.  I bent down and looked into the car to make sure it was mine (because yes I've tried to enter the wrong Maxima at work once), and after seeing the heart shaped crystal thingy hanging from the rear view mirror, I confirmed that yes, it was mine.  I tried the handle again, nothing.  Click click click click.  Nothing.  I was getting mad.  I proceeded to unload my arm full of stuff onto the roof of my car, and as I went to sling my tote bag on the roof, I realized that I did not have my purse.  Meaning I didn't have my keys, because they are buried in said purse.  I gathered all my crap up and stomped back to my desk to get my purse.

I had a complete "comedy of errors" day on Monday, and I didn't dare ask "what next"!