Of the numerous bills I get each month, I pay about five by snail mail. The phone bill is the last one to come in, so the day after I get it, I write checks and go to the post office. That’s just enough time to ensure that my mortgage payment gets where it’s going with a couple of days to spare.
One day last week I piddled around and missed the mail pickup time at the nearest post office, so I waited until the next day. I got distracted and waited too late on the second day, too, then I remembered that the mail collection time is an hour later at the post office in the nearby town where I used to work. I decided to drive the extra distance. Since I was going in that direction, it seemed like a good idea to use that trip to make a deposit at my bank, which is just down the street from the post office.
Somewhere between here and town, my mind wandered, though obviously not the part of my mind that was impressed with itself for thinking to combine the two errands.
After I made the bank deposit, I came home, pulled into the carport, turned off the engine, picked up my purse, and there on the seat were the bills I was supposed to have mailed. I’d daydreamed right past the post office.
I thought about it for a few seconds, long enough for my stern, no-nonsense persona to come out and purse her lips, then I backed out and drove the whole sixteen-mile round trip back to the post office. Yes, I wasted gas. I could have waited one more day and gone to the nearer post office, but I felt it was important to teach myself a lesson.
What about you? What absent-minded thing have you done lately?