It pays to be prepared. In fact, it's a popular theme. If you google PREPARED, you'll find a government site all about how to get READY (you know, just-in-case). And if you don't get a chance to do so, let me assure you that plastic and duct tape are on the list. But that is not the focus of this post...
I like to be prepared for the little things--a band-aid in the purse for the scrape on the go and some pain reliever for the screaming child induced headaches. I also stash extra napkins and straws in the glove compartment (personally, I keep my gloves in my coat pockets). A couple years ago, an unusual, faked-a-brain-tumor, person was sitting in the passenger seat of my vehicle and used up all my napkins. At one time. Thirty napkins. A grown-up. When I found out, I yelled at my husband, who was driving my car during that incident. I mean, napkins=prepared. I have kids. They spill, they puke, they smear. And sometimes the drive-thru people don't give me enough napkins for our bagged meals. Sometimes they forget the straws, too, which is why when they accidentally put in an extra, I stash it in the glovebox. It all balances out in the end. Like Karma.
So, this morning, I ran a bunch of errands. I have to get 18 birthday party favors ready for Saturday. I ordered cupcakes. Blahbity blah, blah. I bought a salad at the store to take home and eat for lunch after I picked up the little guy from preschool. But I was really hungry. Hun-gree. But I bought the salad at the store, not a restaurant. No fork. I had to eat. Had. To. Eat.
But wait...
I checked my glovebox. YES! I had one of those little wrapped up utensil packets in there! I ate salad in the car!
I'm telling you, it pays to be prepared. I'm not gonna rush out to buy any plastic sheeting or anything like that, but I am going to go right now and put another fork in my car. 'Cause you never know.
So, gentle reader, have you ever had a moment of preparedness triumph? Or unpreparedness disaster?
P.S. I have since rebuilt my napkin stash.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Are You Prepared?
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I have three bags that I use pretty regularly in DC: my laptop bag, my enormous black tote, and my shoulder bag. I try not to switch between them too often because my "emergency supplies" are not evenly distributed throughout them. So one day, I'm in my fiction workshop, last-minute attaching my evaluations to other people's stories, when I think, "Oh crap! I brought my tote and my paper clips are in my laptop bag!"
But oh no, Sisters. A few weeks earlier, I had foreseen just such a dilemma and sprinkled paper clips between all three of my precious bags. Mwah-haha!
I'm not making this up. When I was living in the dorms back in college, I got a sample of Preparation H in the campus mail. I had no idea what I would ever need it for. Too much sitting in the library is going to give me hemorrhoids? Anyway, I threw it in my backpack with the rest of my mail and went to class. I didn't need the Preparation H, but the super-pregnant woman in my class did! See? It does pay to be prepared!
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