It’s no secret that I’m absent-minded. I’ve blogged about some of my more brilliant moments here and here, and anyone who knows me knows that my absent-mindedness really shines in the kitchen. But if there were ever a snapshot of all the goofy things I’ve ever done, if every silly thing could be rolled into one event that highlighted my poor memory, absent-mindedness and plain old lack of paying attention, it was the 911 phone call I placed this morning. In an effort to keep myself humble (and just because it’s too funny NOT to share,) I’ll tell you what happened:
I was driving to Manuela’s house this morning when I noticed that a car in front of me was swerving all over the road, stopping every few seconds, and then finally turned left without getting in the left hand turning lane. Figuring he was drunk, or had some medical issue that needed attention, I decided to call 911. I knew they’d want some way of identifying the car, so I looked at the licence plate and repeated the number to myself a few times (one of these days, I’ll come up with some brilliant way of remembering things… like writing them down.)
I called, gave the operator the reason for my call, and she asked me what kind of car it was.
I didn’t know.
She asked me what color the car was.
I didn’t know.
She asked me if I’d paid any attention to the licence plate.
Why yes, as a matter of fact, I had!
…but suddenly I couldn’t remember the number!
So, basically I called 911 to tell them to be on the look out for….
It’s a wonder they didn’t send someone out to come after me.