What a day!
This morning, whilst packing parcels on my own, I dropped some medallions on the floor, cursed, picked them up and carried on. I packed a few other parcels first and then started on the medallions. There were only eight of them when there should have been nine.
I checked the floor, I checked more of the floor, looked under everything, including the fridge, looked in the drawer they had come out of, and the one above, and the one below . . .
My workmate double-checked, and so did the boss. Eventually, looking from a distance, he said: “Have you checked the pockets of your jacket?”
I have a waistcoat over the back of my chair as I sometimes use it to make a cushion to relieve pain on my legs. It’s months since I last moved it.
“No, ” I said in my best long-suffering manner, “but I will.”
I checked the first pocket and there was, as I expected, nothing. I checked the second and, as you have probably already guessed, found the missing medallion.
My chair had been in a different place when I dropped the medallions and when I’d dropped four on the floor the fifth must have fallen straight into my pocket. I’m not sure if this is another senior moment or an interesting insight into life in the shop.
It was soon overshadowed by another farcical event, when the owner called through from the shop, asking for £300 out of the safe as he was buying some coins from a member of the public. My workmate duly obliged, opening a new pack and taking £300 out. So far, so good. He then decided to leave the balance – £700 – on the nearby work surface.
At that point the fan, which he had decided to switch on when he arrived, turns and, one by one, blew the notes across the room like something out of a Laurel & Hardy film.
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I can just picture the fan going on and blowing the money around! I wear jeans that are a little too long (got them on sale) and turn up the bottoms. Often find small gravel and grass or garden clippings in there. 🙂
I was once talking to one of my customers. He had just taken a suit out of his wardrobe as it was his 25th Wedding Anniversary and he was going out. Being a farmer, he hadn’t worn it since his wedding. Being Type ! diabetic he had taken care of his diet and could still fit in it. However, he had had to hoover the floor, as the turnups were still full of confetti. 🙂
Both events could have enlivened our home at any time of life.
When more coin dealers wore turn-ups on their trousers, it was quite common to end up with a coin in there. 🙂
You had quite a day!
Noooooooo
Oh yes, my life a Village Idiot . . .
😉
Another slice of real life. How different from the fantasies promoted by ‘influencers’.
Did you help pick up the flying notes or was that an SEP?
I helped. After all, he helped me look for my missing medallion. 🙂
It’s Murphy’s Law, I believe.
Good old Murphy. 🙂