Multi-modal
Sometimes I cycle to work; sometimes I get the bus; sometimes I drive and sometimes my husband drops me off. This is how I was able to have the following phone conversation on the bus home the other night.
Me: Where are you?
Him: On the way home.
Me: I’m running late. Could you ask the childminder to stay a bit later and take the cat up to the vet.
Him: I could take the children with me, oh no, you have the car with the child seats.
Me: I have the car? [Reflective pause] Oh feck, yes, I have the car.
That is why after bedtime, I had to take the bus back to work and rescue the car from the car park at work.
March 3rd, 2010 at 10:58 pm
I’ve never forgotten a whole car … I have got home on the train, having left my bike locked up (as I thought) at the train station and only then discovered my bike lock still in my bag.
March 4th, 2010 at 10:43 pm
Was the bike still there?
March 5th, 2010 at 11:06 am
Amazingly, yes. And this in London. Although it was a very crappy bike
March 8th, 2010 at 11:12 pm
My own bike was hacked into at the weekend but the thief appears to have been disturbed. I need a new lock though.
March 12th, 2010 at 10:49 pm
I’m relieved that I’m not the only person who does things like this. Although with me it’s not usually exciting enough to make a good story like yours. I do the garden variety: running through every room in the house looking for my cell phone, frantically trying to leave the house because I’m late as usual, only to realize I am actually talking on it.
March 14th, 2010 at 8:54 pm
Kara, me too!