It finally happened. And I was not only mad at myself for it, but I felt pretty stupid for having done it.
I drove thirty minutes from home to the radio station and forgot my key card to gain entry to the building.
What makes this so bad is I raced home to get the card, which I have attached to a red and yellow “1-800-Marines” lanyard, and then could not find it. Talk about being in a panic.
As I stood in the front room, wondering where I might have left it, the thought came to me: the car’s center console. And that’s where I found the damned thing, but still, I was fifteen minutes late to work.
Now I wear it even when I sleep.