Of All the Times to Forget Your Wallet…

I recently returned from an 8-day trip to the Bay Area. I got a ride to the airport to save on parking. I got a ride home last night and went straight to bed.

Today, I woke up and got up and went straight to work — in my living room. I had an energy drink, but didn’t eat breakfast. It’s a mistake I make all too often. I might not ever learn.

So I’m working away and 2pm rolls around. That’s approaching “now or never” time for lunch. Any later and you’ll spoil your appetite for dinner.

I decide to go to a nearby Arby’s, due to a craving for their jalapeño poppers with Bronco Berry dipping sauce.

Walking up to my car, I notice the doors fail to unlock when I hit the button on my remote. Great, I think to myself, my remote’s battery is dead. I unlock the door manually with my key for the first time since I bought the car brand new in 2006.

I get in and turn the key in the ignition. Nothing. Now, the keys are chipped, so if the key is malfunctioning, you can’t start the car. Granted, this shouldn’t be the case with a dead remote battery.

I went inside and got my never-before-used spare keyfob. Alas, that didn’t work, either.

Now it’s pretty clear the car’s battery is dead. I call my brother in Chandler for a jump start (I had something to give him anyway).

With no food in my condo, I still need to get to Arby’s. The only thing standing between me and my jalapeño poppers is a half mile of 111 degree heat.

With my trusty Razor scooter, I hit the road- err… sidewalk.

Keep in mind that I had an almost empty stomach, containing only some energy drink. That, in addition to some physical activity and heat, makes for an unhappy stomach.

I finally made it to Arby’s and order my poppers.

And of all the times to forget your wallet.