I Couldn't Make This Stuff Up If I Tried

My husband says it's an adventure just living with me.  I do provide pretty much endless entertainment - usually at my own expense.  I did something a couple days ago, though, that even had me shaking my head.

I was taking some photos and had my light box sitting in front of the front door (the light is best there in the afternoons) when the Schwan's man came to the door.  He had to step over my box (which is probably 1.5" tall) to get into the house.  He talked me into buying a couple of things, and when he went back out to his truck to fetch them, I went in the other room and wrote him a check.  I'm always thinking (no comments on that!) and trying to be efficient, so I wrote out a check to pay for my daughter's personal trainer while I had the checkbook out.  I couldn't remember the name of her gym, so I didn't fill out the "payee" portion.  And yes, I know that was a bad move.

My ever-efficient self saw the salesman walking back up to the door with my purchases and to save him having to step over my light box with an armload of groceries, I grabbed the check and handed it to him.  Yes, yes, I'm sure you've all figured out where this story is going.  I handed him the wrong check.  The one with no payee listed.  The one for $184 more than the cost of the food.  By the time I realized what I'd done, he was long gone.  I tired finding a phone listing for him or his company and couldn't find anything local.  This same guy has been our Schwan's guy for going on 20 years, though, so I really wasn't overly worried.  I finished my photographs, put away my light box and went back out in the garage to finish a project I'd started out there.

While I was waiting for my liver of sulfur to work it's smelly magic, I heard a truck outside.  Our guy makes two swings through the neighborhood - once in the afternoon and then again later when people are home from work.  I thought I'd catch him and switch checks, so I ran in the house, got the right check and ran out the front door.  Only to see the truck's taillights disappearing around end of the block.  Thinking a $184 tip is way more than I can afford, I hopped in my car and lit out after him.  And caught up with the truck a couple of blocks down the street... only to discover it was the UPS truck.  Oops.  So I had to act all nonchalant and do a little wave when I drove by him like I meant to be touring the neighborhood.  Nothing to see here, folks, nothing to see here.

I went home and told my husband that I'd just chased down the UPS guy and he's still laughing at me.  Yep, this is my life. 

 

 Later, he's out in the kitchen talking on the phone and he heard a truck.  He looked out the window and spotted the Schwan's truck across the street at the neighbor's house and came to tell me. 

grabbed my check and went running out the front door....  Only to see taillights rounding the corner at the end of the *&#*(! block.  Yep.  Once again, I hopped in my car and took off chasing him.  *sigh*  You just can't make this stuff up.

I did catch up with him in the next housing development.  I'm sure both he AND the UPS guy think I'm off my rocker.  And my husband is sure of it.  The moral of my tale, though?  ALWAYS fill in the payee on your checks.