I’ve always prided myself on remembering random trivia. Names, dates, places. It’s all neatly filed away in my brain for whenever I need it.
This past week I drove past a dry cleaners that I had used, rather unsuccessfully, before. My mind was wandering and as I watched the bumper in front of me crawl forward in the summer afternoon heat I considered this dry cleaners. Huh. I remember that place. They were weird. They forgot that belt on that one shirt that I don’t wear any more. Huh. Dry cleaners. Something about the dry cleaners. I need to pick something up from the dry cleaners?…
Then it hit me. Well, more like a rather foggy thought found its way to the surface of my befuddled memory. The dry cleaners! I needed to pick up something from the dry cleaners. Not the one I was driving by, but the one by my parent’s house. The one that I took something (that I still couldn’t remember what was) to, that I thought maybe, just maybe I needed to pick up.
There was no dry cleaner pick up slip in my wallet. I still didn’t know what exactly it was that I needed to pick up, but I drove by anyways. When I got there the guy behind the counter laughed at my story, but obligingly looked up my account.
And there it was in all its glory. My wool winter coat that I dropped off on May 10, over two months ago. My wool winter coat, that would have stayed, except for a random, wandering thought, in a dry cleaners in Houston, Texas, 1,300 miles away from where I needed it when I finally head back to Cleveland.
Albeit a little bit of an awkward angle.
Hopefully, I remember any other items of clothing that I’ve forgotten around the city before it comes time to pack up and head back to Cleveland. Pretty sure my winter boots are in my closet…but then again, I better check it out.
~Have Coffee, Will Travel