“I’m not an airhead, I’m a ditz.”
My freshman year of high school, this was the refrain repeated by my friend Kristin and I about our slowness is “getting” some things. One day, we even walked around school with sticky notes stuck to our heads announcing, “Space for rent.”
Apparently, I have not grown out of this state of confusion, as evidenced by a short trip to the mall on Sunday afternoon.
I bought a pair of sunglasses – who knew with my tiny face that I needed bigger sunglasses, not small ones? – at a store that did not sell sunglass cases. Since I throw my sunglasses into my purse when they’re not on my face, they tend to get scratched and then I can’t wear them anymore because I can see the scratches and they’re distracting. It’s lucky I only buy cheap sunglasses, or I’d go bankrupt.
I set out into the mall to find something to store the sunglasses in when they are not on my face. I was desperate, so I went anywhere and everywhere that might sell what I wanted.
I went into Wet Seal. Nothing. I got desperate and walked across the hall to Brookstone, of all places. Of course they didn’t carry what I needed. I didn’t really expect they would, but I figured it didn’t hurt to look.
Well, as I walked out of Brookstone trying to think of where to go next, I noticed that sitting in between Wet Seal and Brookstone (and, yes. I had to walk past it twice to go into Wet Seal and across to Brookstone) was a sunglass kiosk. And, yes, the kiosk sold cases. I didn’t even see it before that moment.
Oy.
Hi Renee,
I saw you on Kristin Steede’s blog and was checking around for interesting blogs to read and I came across yours 🙂 I had to laugh when I read about your search for a sunglasses case and not being able to find the right one, I myself have just started wearing contacts again and had to try to find a pair of sunglasses and went from store to store to store, I feel your pain in walking right past the most obvious spot in the mall, as I like to say “if it were a snake, it would have bit me” I too have done this many times, sometimes it takes my husband going with me for me to find things…I too am a ditz 🙂
It definitely happens to the best of us.