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taking things too seriously.
I had a HUGE lunch today. Not sure why I finished the whole thing, but I did. Let’s move on.
I get to the airport and decide that half a sandwich and a cup of soup sounds like an excellent dinner. I get it to go.
I’m still full from my HUGE lunch so I decide I’ll eat the sandwich and soup on the plane. I call Nick and let him know he doesn’t need to leave any leftovers in the fridge. I’ll be ok for dinner.
There is basically turbulence the whole way back to CA. So much, that they never turned the fasten seatbelt sign off. I had to pee, so my rebel self ran down half the plane to pee while the fasten seatbelt sign was on. This was only after I asked the flight attendant if I could (please) use the restroom, to which he replied, “I can’t tell you yes (wink, wink).” I’m not a rebel.
When I return to my seat, I pull out my soup and sandwich. It was way too bumpy to even attempt soup. So I ate the sandwich. Thinking to myself, “chicken soup will be a delicious treat when I get home.” I swear I’m the dumbest smart person you will ever meet. You can see where this is headed.
We land in CA and I book it to the parking shuttle. I take no prisoners, I walk fast and even run a little (pretty sure that was my downfall). Then I start to smell bread – savory bread. Weird, I think to myself. It’s not until I’m about to get into my car that I realize my bag is leaking. And it’s leaking chicken soup. And that bread smell? That’s the smell you get when saltines sit in chicken broth. Yum.
Did I mention my new kindle was also in the same bag? Let me tell you about my kindle case. I bought a light grey case. Why? It’s modern and hip and cool, and everything I’m trying to be. Did I hesitate and think to myself, “Bryn, light grey will get dirty VERY fast.” Yep. Thought about it. Then I decided that I was old enough to own a light colored thing and not get it dirty. I got it 2 weeks ago, and it currently smells like chicken soup. But it served the purpose of saving my little kindle.
I’ve finally dried my bag as much as I can and head to my car. I’m almost out of the garage when one of the parking attendants comes running after me, waving his arms. Yep, left my kindle sitting on the counter. Ugh. I was one of those girls. The ones that look like they are in a state of constant chaos.
I head home….deciding that I probably shouldn’t be talking on the phone and driving in my current state. I get home and unpack my soggy bag and hope that there’s something to eat in the fridge. Nope. My own fault. Instead, I finished off the sugar cookies I baked last weekend and enjoyed one of the last peppermint patties with a nice glass of milk. Dinner of champions.
Nick will learn about this in the morning, and I think he’ll be amused. He usually is.
What did I learn today?
Don’t put chicken soup in your bag. No matter how sturdy you think the container is.
Want to know what’s funny about this? This is the second time I’ve had a food related fiasco in my shoulder bag. I went to London last year for work (well, I went to the UK for work and spent a few days in London afterwards). The day I headed into London, I grabbed a banana and stuck it in my bag for later. You never know when you’ll need a banana. After 2-3 hours of walking around the city, I had banana mush. All over. It was everywhere. I was annoyed but pretty amused. I mean, it’s not everyday you have banana mush in your bag. Right?