I have become one of those ladies who lets the clerk get half way through ringing up her cart of groceries before she realizes she left her wallet at home.
Sad.
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Well, a few weeks ago I drove 20 miles to pick up a friend's horse and realized when I got there that I had forgotten my trailer keys at home. We keep the back of the trailer locked up because we keep our saddles in there, so I couldn't open it to put the horse in! We took my friend's car back to my house to get the keys and then back to her place again...
Posted by: Karen | July 13, 2008 at 07:26 AM
Ouch!
That happened to me on MILK - I asked a fellow co-worker out for a drink after we wrapped around 12:00 AM one night. We got back to wardrobe & makeup - changed out our costumes and got cleaned up and then drove halfway across San Francisco to the bar.
Yep... you guessed it. I left my wallet in my character's costume back at extra's holding.
Mortifying.... my friend had to pay for the drinks.
Posted by: JCW | July 13, 2008 at 03:00 PM