I hope everyone had a wonderful long weekend and that you brought in the New Year with a bang! The Lewis household was quiet, as it is every Dec.31st. We stayed in all day and made a nice supper. That was the extent of it. In bed by 9:30 and up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed early New Year’s morning! The entire weekend was much of the same. I wish I could blame the cold weather, but it was one of those weekends that we just didn’t feel like going out and doing anything.
Friday morning I did something that I hadn’t done since I first got my driver’s licence nearly 40 years ago and I didn’t even know I had done it until I was already parked in front of the radio station.
That morning I had to make a quick trip to the bank, which is just next door to the station. Thank goodness it’s less than a 30 second walk from work. When I was walking back, I rounded the corner and noticed something under my vehicle that looked like an extension cord. S***! It was then that I realized I had driven away from home that morning and forgot to unplug my vehicle! I use two extension cords to reach my vehicle from the house and I had dragged the second one all the way to work with me. What an idiot!
My wife was off that day so I called her and asked her to go outside and pull the other extension cord back up on to the lawn. Then I asked her to check if the cord was ripped from the socket. Fortunately there were no broken plugs or ripped cords. All was well. I was glad it happened at 3 o’clock in the morning. I can imagine driving down the road in broad daylight with people looking and saying to themselves, “Look at that idiot! He actually forgot to unplug his vehicle.” Duh!
I remember doing that when I first got my licence at 16. I was driving my mom’s car and forgot to unplug it when I went to work. I vividly recall my dad laying in to me telling me how I had to pay more attention to things while I was driving. Unfortunately, that particular extension cord ended up somewhere on Scenic Drive in Lethbridge. I must have looked like a real goofball that day!
I talked to my dad a couple of times over the weekend, but not once did I mention what happened on Friday morning. The last thing I wanted my dad thinking was, “Hasn’t this kid learned anything in 40 years?”