My new hobby

I call it... completely wasting my time. This isn't an entirely new hobby mind you, but I've become increasingly efficient at wasting my own damn time. I figured, let's make it official, shall we? So the next time you see me twiddling my thumbs, kicked back in a chair, I'm being neither lazy or lackadaisical. I'm merely freely, and hopefully enjoyably, exercising my recreational time in pursuit of my newly declared and of course well loved hobby.


The back story...
Last Tuesday, i.e. a week ago, I realized I was running out of business days to renew my car tag, so I put the registration card (or whatever it's really called) into my pocket for the next time I was near a Tag Agency. Of course, I didn't make it to a tag agency that day, so I put the card into "long-term pocket status". You know, where you keep something together with your "permanent pocket stuff" on the dresser until you're certain you won't need it. So that it goes back into the pocket the next day with your wallet, pocket change, etc.

Next day, Wednesday, I figure I must get it done because of the holiday and the fact that Monday is December and then I'll be late. But naturally, I forget.

Thursday and Friday, places are closed of course for the holiday.

Saturday, possibly my last chance of the month to be on time, as some tag agencies are open until noon on Saturdays. But unfortunately I was indisponsed, at a funeral actually, so that was an unachievable opportunity.

So on Monday, I realize I am officially late, but hey let's get it done today. So I verify the trusty registration card is still in my pocket and I go have lunch at a place next to a tag agency so that I can take care of it after I eat. However, I rode with someone to lunch, and apparently a whole lot of people were late for their tags as well (certainly they weren't just all eager to be the first tax-law-abiding citizens to register their tags this month), as the line was quite long. Not wanting hold up the person that drove, I figure I'm already late, I'll do it tomorrow for sure.

Finally, today, the day of truth arrived, a full week after the quest began. I decided to have lunch at Taco Bell, a wee bit south of the tag agency. I leave for lunch, park by the tag agency, and walk to Taco Bell. This way, I MUST get myself near the tag agency just to get to my car, and I would be a fool to not get this done today.

So after I walk to Taco Bell, stand in line, and begin to order, the cashier informs me there is a twenty minute wait because they are short-handed. Great. After ordering, my lunch friend suggests I take care of the tag thing while I'm waiting for my food and that he'll get the order if my number is called before I get back.

What a great plan, I say.

So I walk back, past my car, to the tag agency. I wait in the not-as-long-as-the-other-day-though-also-not-exactly-short line, until I am next, when I think to myself, I should pull my faithful registration card out of long-term pocket status and have it ready since I am next.

OMG.

It's not in my pocket. Every day this last week it has been, verifiably, in my pocket. That's what long-term pocket status means. Surely it must be here. I check every pant, shirt, and jacket pocket. No card. ARGH!

Mission: Incomplete

So I walk out in complete disgust, having completly wasted my time and effort, get in my car, and drive it the short way back to Taco Bell, where I wait ten more minutes for my order.

But that was so fun. Perhaps I will do it again some time.


And oh, sure enough, when I arrived at home this evening, there was my formerly-trusty registration card, enjoying its solitude on the dresser.