So the highlight of the trip to Ohio was, of course, my parents' new house. It's going to be fantastic once they're finished removing the tasteless decor which had been installed in it by the previous owners. To give you just an idea of how clueless these people were in the design department: the house has a sun room with giant windows and a (formerly) gorgeous slate floor. They covered the slate with carpet (!), thus ruining the slate floor, and leaving my parents, who appreciate the beauty of a slate floor, to have to pay to have the slate removed and a new floor put in. They did the same thing in a bathroom which had been finished with marble tiles.
The low point of the trip, and the reason behind the "D'oh!" of the title of this blog entry, was what happened this evening. We left the house, and mom reminded me to grab my shopping bags and put them in my rental car. I did. We drove about 45-ish minutes to a restaurant that's about 15 minutes away from the airport (which would be about a 50 minute drive from the house anyhow). Upon exiting the car, I realize I left something which I sort of need in my parents' house.
What could that be, you are probably asking yourself.
My suitcase.
Yup!
Now, I went through the roster of what I had taken on the trip and, thereby, what was in said suitcase. The main contents of the case were simply the (gorgeous) photos of my recent trip to Tanzania. I had in the car my various purchases from the stores I had gone to, as well as the dirty clothes from the day before and my toiletry kit - I had taken these items to the motel where I stayed (I can't stay at my folks' house due to my cat allergy), and just left them in my rental car. So my folks were going to simply send the suitcase on to me. Or maybe just keep it for a bit and I would take it back to NYC next time I go to Ohio.
Until I realized that there was one thing in the suitcase which I really couldn't do without.
The keys to my apartment.
I had put them in a pocket of the suitcase before going through security at LaGuardia on Wednesday morning, and just left them there. After all, I don't need my keys if I'm not at home. But I would definitely need them to get back into my apartment!
Can you believe that my father was able to drive back to the house and get back to the airport with plenty of time for me to get onto the plane?!?!?! The man is amazing. And I am both extraordinarily stupid (at least this once) and extremely lucky.
Posted by Jon at March 11, 2004 11:49 PM | TrackBack