I thought I had lost the checkbook last night, so in a panic I rushed back to Cub Foods to see if it fell out of my jacket pocket while getting into the car. That put me in the awkward position of searching in the dark for the place I had parked 90 minutes earlier – daunting when you consider I have a hard time finding my parking spot while the car is still in it. Amazingly, I found the right place and searched the area to no avail, though it made me a little nervous. What would you do if you came out to your car and found me looking underneath it with a flashlight? Suspicious activity, to say the least.
It turns out the checkbook was at home, misplaced. And I wasn’t discovered skulking around other people’s cars, carted off to police HQ and questioned by Homeland Security. Lucky for me on all counts. It’s Monday and I’m happy to be free, with my checkbook (and identity) intact.