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Carol Perkins: Never a Dull Moment Poor judgment doesn't elude any of us, Carol Perkins says, with this set of real life anecdotes proving her point. The next earlier Carol Perkins column: Carol Perkins: The Long Island Medium By Carol Perkins A man called his son to pick him up from the hospital as quickly as he could because he was being released and was certainly ready to go home. It would take the grown son about thirty minutes to reach the hospital, during which time the man had waited in the lobby in a wheel chair, loaded down with his belongings. Once the vehicle circled to the front door, an aide wheeled him to the car and off he went toward home, which would be another thirty minute ride. One of this man's problems was one many over the age of sixty often face, so as they rode toward home, he told his son to find a private place to pull over. He was DESPERATE. Never being surprised by his father's actions, he knew better than to tell him to wait, so he found a spot and pulled over-on I-70. The privacy did not last long. As the man was standing beside the car with the door blocking him from the front, he looked up to see a string of cars coming down the highway. "Oh, just my luck," his son heard him say as he buried his head into the steering wheel while the cars passed. As the front car approached, the man noticed that all the cars had little flags on the hood. "Oh, no," he thought. "It can't be." It was. A funeral procession was filing by as he stood along the roadside, breaking the law. He waved to the driver of the hearse and tried to act nonchalant, but the scene was surely to be frozen in the minds of those traveling to a nearby cemetery to lay their loved one to rest. Poor judgment doesn't elude any of us! Another young man lost the key to his mother's house. Knowing his sister had an extra one, he borrowed hers to make a duplicate. Rather than taking the key off the key ring, she showed him the right key and sent him to have one made. In a few minutes he returned to his sister's house with her key chain. "That key won't work. The neighbor and I filed it down a little, but it still won't work." This time, his sister took the key off the ring and off he went again. He came back with three more keys. By this time, keeping the old and new straight was a problem. The sister put the new one on her keychain and laid the other one on a shelf. The next day she tried to unlock the door of her outbuilding but the key would not turn. It went into the lock, but would not go right or left. Suddenly it dawned on her what had happened. Her brother had taken her building key and had duplicates made of it instead of the key to her mother's house. Evidently, when the key didn't work, her brother had filed it and now it wouldn't work in her building either. Sometimes a series of unfortunate events follows us and sometimes we are led in their direction. The sister then had her own unfortunate event. The day before minor surgery, she was supposed to have cleansed herself with some kind of laxative drink. This process was to begin at 4 P.M. Because she failed to read the post-op directions, she didn't realize this was part of the process, so it would be 8 P.M. before she found a drugstore, drank her liquid, and spent the night in the bathroom. Thirty minutes before surgery she was still going to the bathroom. When she told the nurse the problem, her only reply was, "They need to make you drink that stuff earlier." She didn't tell the nurse that her earlier was really later. One of my stupid mistakes occurred when Carla was living in Lexington and I was to meet her with her luggage and some clothes for a business trip she was taking the next day. Judy rode with me to Lebanon where we were to meet. We ate an early dinner and then as we began to walk toward the trunk of the car, a chill came over me. I then realized that I had never loaded them and they were still in the garage. She was not a happy camper. "Mom, how could you forget why you were coming." I didn't know the answer. Our mistakes, especially those that lead to a good laugh, remind us that we need to think sometimes before we act (or don't act). Most of my blunders are laughable, but some are not. I won't talk about those! -CAROL PERKINS This story was posted on 2012-01-08 19:54:18
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