Blind leading the blind

I woke up yesterday morning and glanced towards the clock.  It was pitch black.  I laid my head down on the pillow before deciding to give it another try.  I raised my head, and this time, I squeezed my eyes open and closed several times.  Still nothing.  “Oh, dear,” I thought, “I’ve gone blind.”

My dry eyes are always giving me vision problems, but thank heavens I eventually figured out the electricity was out.  I jumped sprang up from my bed (‘tis the season, you know) and dressed by light of the cell phone.  Obviously, it was probably not the best makeup and hair job I’d ever done.

Since my boss knows of my eye condition, I shared my momentary  blindness story with him.  He laughed, “Reminds me of a recent story about the gal who shredded her bonus check.”  That too would be me.  (In my defense, I thought it was on automatic deposit.)

Before leaving the Riverside office, I received an email from Michael, my boss, reminding me that while he had received a hard copy of my evaluation in the interoffice mail, it did not have my signature on it as he had requested.  Apparently I’d printed the evaluation and sent it to him without a signature.  (Good thing the high marks were already awarded.)

“What do you expect from a blind woman who shreds her bonus check?” I replied.

That night I drove to Hemet to visit close friend, Caroline, who recently added a beautiful baby girl to her family.  When I shared my story of absentmindedness with her, she smiled and in a show of compassion, said, “I once used some strong epoxy in my small apartment.  It occurred to me that I might not have many brain cells left after using it.  I quickly called my friend on the phone and said, ‘Quick, ask me a math question.’”

Whew, I’m happy, I can still add 2 + 2.

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