Packing Mishaps

As much as I travel for work, you’d think I’d be up to par on this packing-for-overnight-stays thing.

As I’d previously mentioned, I’m staying with Portia this week while her daddies are attending the Mac Expo in San Francisco, i.e. The Geek Fest.

As I was packing, I couldn’t find my gloves. Anywhere.

No doubt, I’d made another one of my many glove donations to the Chicago Transit Authority or a taxi driver. I’d hate to think how many umbrella or glove donations I’ve made over the years. That’s why I only buy cheap gloves at Walgreens. I know they’re going to end up on the subway after a month or so.

I also packed the wrong belt. A brown one. And this morning I had to make a presentation to the Chamber of Commerce wearing (gasp!) a brown belt with black shoes. It’ll probably be on the five o’clock news.

I don’t know what happened to my toothbrush. I keep an overnight case packed with duplicates of everything (toothbrush, hair brush, razor, shaving cream, cologne, etc) so I won’t ever have to pack anything for an overnight trip. I just plunk in my overnight case and go. My toothbrush wasn’t there. I had to do the toothpaste-on-a-washcloth thing.

My antacid tablets weren’t packed. I don’t know how that happened. I remember putting them in there. I found a gummy one in the bottom of my overnight case, though.

Oh, but I DID manage to bring along:

A bag of cashews.
A geography book written by The Onion
An apple that I’d bought - - in Texas.

I’ll be stopping by my apartment on my way back to Portia’s house tonight.

It’s on the way.