Saturday, April 30, 2005
Often, when I have alot of things on my mind the ditziness kicks in big time, and my auto-pilot mode can screw up during the conduct of everyday human activity. Today after having enjoyed what I thought was a mug of lemon-flavoured tea (even though I used the usual Earl Grey teabags I have every morning), I later found out that it was in fact, a mug of limescale remover left in the kettle and not water. Im ok so far, no stomach cramps and being hospitalised right now for chemical poisoning might bring a much needed stomach flush. How better to detoxify? Although I noted that 'the tea tastes slightly tangy', I added another spoon of suger and consumed the whole thing.
Previous bouts of ditziness included booking an airplane ticket under the wrong name, forgetting valuable rings in a pubilc toilets on a few occasion, ransacking an entire building in search of a master key which was in my handbag all along, getting locked out of a car with the engine running, breaking 3 laptops by spilling various refreshment drinks on them, crashing into the neighbours parked car, always breaking a cup or a plate when I attempt to wash dishes. These are just some of the incidents I remember, my mind has a tendency to block the really embarrassing situations i've put myself in. Oh yeah, this one I never heard the end of, as I was turning off Mothercare in Mahooz this guy hit me from behind, he said it was his friends car and I was in a rush and didn't have time to call the muroor, so I gave him some money and got on my way. My family went nuts...how can u get hit from behind AND pay the guy to fix his car!! I'm still scratching my head over that one myself. ... wait .. there's another one.. how could i forget this one ... my parents packed us off one summer to Dubai to visit relatives. Getting off the plane and making our way towards passport control, I realise my passport is missing. I get on one of those buggies in a frantic panic and rush back to the plane as that is the only place the passport could be. Bugger, once passengers leave the plane regulations state they arn't allowed back on. After much pleading they allow me on, I tell ya it was a sight to behold; stewerdesses, stewerds and pilots were on their hands and knees in search of the passport, even the pilot came to help out finding the whole affair quite funny. Luckily someone finally found it stuck down the side of a chair. Phew... ditzy episode over....i'll leave the story of the lost bag in Damascus airport another time...what the heck i'm on a roll...I had to get on the luggage conveyor belt, out on the tarmac, where the Syria's efficient system of baggage handling means there piles upon piles of bags which I had to sift through. No luck, bag not found and had to survive off other people's clothes for two weeks.
I feel really sorry for my parents though, they've had to endure their accident prone daughter and would be first to tell everyone "bitna imfahya", "inteen filim" (you're like a film). At school, I was known to be dopey and always the first to get holes in her new tights, and paint stains on the white shirt. Now, i've slightly improved although incidents like todays, and the fact that I drop my mobile at least twice a day and hope that it lives to see the next day, make me wonder why i'm still so ditzy way into adulthood. It has its advantages for sure, you can get away with a lot more cos people just expect u to cock up somewhere. Now when I cock up, I laugh or cry depending on how much its gonna cost. Of the downers this week, I laughed off all of them except the last two (which were no fault of my own!).