we went to mario’s for dinner last night and i brought my sweater in case it was cold. i brought my sweater into the restaurant and DISTINCTLY REMEMBER PUTTING IT ON THE BACK OF THE CHAIR.
we got home later and i remembered that i’d left the sweater there. damn. i called the restaurant to ask them to hold it for me till today.
the woman on the phone asked where we’d been sitting and i described it to her exactly. she said “there’s no sweater there.” i went into more detail about EXACTLY WHERE WE WERE SITTING. again she said “there isn’t a sweater.” and then she said, in a snotty voice i thought, “i hope you find it.”
DAMN YOU RESTAURANT LADY.
it HAD to be there because we went right home after the restaurant. maybe she decided to STEAL my fine black sweater.
but then i thought, what if it’s in the car? i went outside and checked, and there, between the seats was MY BLACK SWEATER.
my memory had completely made up the part about setting it on the back of the chair. what’s even more alarming is i can STILL REMEMBER DOING IT.
come to think of it, maybe i did bring the sweater in…but then i carried it back out.
i have no idea. at this time (and this advanced age) i’m just happy we found our way back home.
ok then,
MUCH older grace.