Monday.

I managed to lock my keys and my wallet in my car yesterday.

I notice my keys and wallet missing this morning, about ten minutes after Bryan and the girls left the house (without his phone). I look through the windows and see my keys in the cup holder, and remember the wallet in the glove box. Crap. How do I get to work?

I decide that, despite the mile and a half of walking required on a broken foot*, I will take public transportation. Thankfully my bus/subway pass (called a Charlie Card)  and my American Express card are in my work bag and not in my wallet; I should be all set, even though I suspect the balance on my Charlie Card is low, because I think the grocery store near the bus stop has the capability to add value. (I can add value on the bus, but only with cash, and I have zero cash.)

So my foot and I hobble to the grocery store, about a mile up the road, just past the bus stop, to see if I can add value to my Charlie Card there. No dice, they don't do it there. Crap. Now what?

I could at this point either withdraw a cash advance from Amex (eek!) or try the Charlie Card. I decide the latter. I walk to the bus stop. Barely miss a bus. Grab an iced coffee at the nearby coffee shop to console myself while I wait for the next bus. Get on the bus 15 minutes later, and as suspected, my Charlie Card is short of the fare. By 35 cents. GRRRR.

While I'm digging through my bag for change I find a debit card for an account we rarely use, so I hobble to the bank on the other side of the square for cash. I find the ATM, and, blessedly, the machine dispenses $5 bills so I don't have to put a full $20 on my card. I get some cash (and pay just as much in fees as I get in cash, but whatever).

I walk back to the bus stop and arrive just as the bus driver is closing the doors to pull away. "SERIOUSLY?" I yell. Out loud. (oops).

I break into a speed hobble and flag him down. Thankfully he sees me and opens the doors. I add the cash to my card, get a seat on the bus, and manage to finish the commute (bus to subway to sidewalk) in relative peace, arriving at the office just before 11:00 am.

Yes, in case you wondered, it is in fact Monday.

*(I broke my foot a couple of weeks ago on the stairs in our house; I'm off of crutches now but sort of limping around in a really sexy post-surgical shoe)