Day 32: How to have a good day

Between You, Me and the Lamp Post

Day 32: How to have a good day

Today was my lucky day. 

I went to the mailroom to pick up some documents from the printer. Nothing was printed as there was no paper in the machine. I opened a new ream of paper, placed the sheets in the printer drawer and was about to throw away the wrapping paper of the printing paper when I noticed something in the bin … a book entitled ‘How to Have a Good Day’ by Caroline Webb.

Well somebody was quite obviously not having a good day as he/she threw the book away. Personally, I have never done such a thing. Okay, I’m lying, there is one book I threw in the garbage bag but the extremely well-known authors shall remain nameless. If and when I don’t like a book I give it away or leave it somewhere for others to find.

Even though I never read self-help books, I intend to give ‘How to Have a Good Day’ a go. Heaven knows I can do with some tools to have better days and if I find something interesting or useful, I’ll be sure to share it with you.

But speaking of losing and finding … yesterday I most definitely did not have a good day.

I got a man at my desk looking for his new cellphone and laptop. I checked the room where the company keeps all incoming packages and with little or no effort, I found the cellphone. As for the laptop … that I couldn’t find anywhere.

I checked the top of the table, under the table, on the floor, on cabinets … there was no laptop for the man. Since he was looking at me questionably, I invited him into the storage room and together we went through all the packages. No laptop. I promised him if and when the laptop showed up, I would give him a call.

This missing computer kept bothering me though. How could a package just disappear? Nobody but Elizabeth (not her real name), Frank (not his real name), the building management and I have access to this storage room. Elizabeth wasn’t there, she was on vacation, so who could have taken that laptop?

Eventually, I went to check the room again. I meticulously went through all the packages and checked every name. No, no laptop. By then it was close to home time, so I packed up and left. 

This morning though, I had to put a package away and while I was in the room I decided to have another look. And there the laptop was, in a rather big brown box. How I could have missed it I’ll never know. I checked that room and its content three times, the recipient of the laptop had checked the packages with me and neither of us had found what we were looking for. And now, boom, within five seconds I had located the box.

As for looking for things … lately I ‘lose’ all sort of stuff: my cellphone, keys, lipstick, and other small stuff regularly go missing. It’s gotten to the point that I’m considering getting a Golden Retriever to find my things.

It not really a case of losing things but rather misplacing them. For instance …

The other day I couldn’t find my reading glasses. I looked everywhere … I went around the house checking the living room, my bedroom, Dieter’s room, even the bathroom … no glasses.

Thinking that perhaps the cats had played with them, I checked under the coffee table, under the dining room table, even checked under the lounge chairs, thinking that my glasses might have skidded under there. But no, no glasses there either.

Feeling hungry I decided to make myself a sandwich. Maybe, while eating, it would come to where I left them. I opened the fridge to get the butter and … hello, what were my glasses doing in the fridge! I suppose it’s a question that will remain unanswered.

Anyway, let me take a look at that book ‘How to Have a Better Day’. Since tomorrow is Friday, winning the Lotto Max jackpot would definitely make for a better day and all day to follow. Fingers crossed.

Day 36: Hopes and dreams

My Project: 365 Creative Writing Prompts.

Day 36: Hopes and dreams

Did you ever think that your ship just came in, only to find out that it was a dinghy and it was leaking? I had such hopes and dreams yesterday.

Around 11:00 a.m. I went out to buy a cup of coffee and noticed a zippered wallet laying on the side of the road. An open wallet and it looked like it was stuffed with banknotes. The wallet was actually bulging to the point that the zipper couldn’t close.

I wanted to pick the wallet up of course, but I exercised restraint as I’ve seen enough YouTube videos of pranksters making ordinary people look like fools. So, a looked to the left, and I looked to right, scanned the people across the street and when all seemed okay, I ever so casually sashayed over to the wallet.

I stole a sideways glance at it and tried to determine what type of banknotes it held … 10-dollar bills? 20-dollar bills? Maybe an even higher denomination? Whatever the value, I already had visions of a healthy addition to my savings account. The way the wallet was bulging there could have been between $2,000 or $5,000 or even more.

Once again, I looked to my left, to my right and across the street. When I felt sure that no eyes were on me, I bend to pick up the wallet. And oh, the disappointment. There was no money in the wallet, only a deck of playing cards. So off I went to buy my coffee with some lose change I had in my pocket and then it was back to work.

Speaking of finding money though … many years ago, my mom and I were shopping for school supplies when she noticed a bag in a telephone booth. She retrieved the bag and looked inside if there was a wallet. She found not one, but three wallets, all stuffed with cash. The wallets belonged to a certain Helena Vermeer. There was also an address and a telephone number.

Once home, mom took the money out of each of the wallets and counted it. One wallet held 3,000 franks (the setting is Belgium), the second wallet held 1,350 franks, and the third wallet held no less than 7,220 franks, altogether 11,570 franks. A considerable amount back in those days.

Mom called the given phone number and asked to speak to Helena Vermeer.

“Helena Vermeer is my mother,” a woman said. “Or shall I say, was my mother, she died two weeks ago.”

We were all stunned into silence. It was highly unlikely that a dead woman took her bag with her to go shopping.

To cut a long story short, the daughter had taken her mom’s bag and in her state of grief (or whatever) forgot the bag in the telephone booth.

She agreed to come over to pick up the bag and once she had arrived had the audacity to ask if all the money was still there. “I know exactly how much was in each of those wallets,” she stated. Then she snatched the bag off the table, asked if that was all, got up and left.

“Next time when I find something,” mom said. “I’m keeping it.”

She got her chance less than a month later. Mom, dad, my brother and myself had taken a trip to Brussels to shop for clothes. A friend’s wedding was coming up and we all needed a new outfit, a dress for mom and me, a new suit for dad and my brother.

We visited several stores in the city, but none had what mom was looking for.

“What are you looking for?” dad asked, slightly exasperated as we left the fifth store.

“I don’t know,” she said, “but I’ll know it when I see it.”

And she saw it alright. When we passed a particular store, she pointed to a dress on one of the window mannequins. The dress was expensive though. So expensive that dad peered at mom over his glasses with a look that said ... are you serious?

“I hope they’re not closed,” mom said, glancing at her wristwatch. “It’s after six already.” When she reached for the door, she found that the door was slightly open and when pushed a silver bell tinkled overhead.

Right away we all knew that something was wrong. Not only was there no staff behind the counter, and were there no customers browsing the merchandise, all the lights were off.

Mom, never one to give up easily, proceeded to call out. “Hello! Hello! Anybody here?!” Nobody answered.

“Just my luck,” she stated. “I finally find the dress I want, and now there’s nobody here.”

“We can come back next weekend,” dad suggested.

“No way,” mom said. “With my luck, that dress could be sold between now and then.”

Dad reasoned that the store probably had more than one of those dresses, but mom was having none of it.

“So what do you want to do?” dad asked. “We can hardly stay here for the night.”

“There’s only one thing to do,” she said.

To our surprise she legged it to the mannequin, deftly removed the dress, folded it and placed it on the counter along with her name, her phone number and the request to call her.

The phone rang shortly after nine o’clock on Monday morning. From what we could hear, mom had a short conversation and then smiling put the phone down.

“That was the store,” she informed us. “The manager promised to keep the dress for me. We go back next weekend to pick it up.”

As soon as we walked through the door of the store the next Saturday morning, it was as if the manager (a lively Italian chap) recognized us. He came from behind the counter, asked if we were indeed the XXX family and shook hands with us as if we were long lost friends. The other customers in the store eyes us with interest.

Mam was shown to a luxurious dressing room to try on the dress that she had left on the counter the previous week and not only did it fit like a glove, she looked fabulous in it.

“And now for the rest of the family,” the manager said, waving at a nearby hovering salesman, who approached my dad and brother. Dad protested that we were only shopping for a dress, but the man waved his objections away. He happily chatted, in a way only Italians can, that my dad and brother must try on some of his suits.

As for me, I was whisked away by yet another sales person to look at party dresses.

It all went so fast, we hardly knew what was happening, but an hour later we were all kitted out in outfits that would raise more than one eyebrow. I had already raised my eyebrows when I saw the price of my dress. To say that it was expensive was putting it (very) mildly. Add to that mam’s dress, dad’s suit and my brother’s suit … the total would be astronomical!

Much to our surprise though, the dresses and the suits were boxed, bagged and handed to us without a stop at the cash register.

“We haven’t paid yet,” mom reminded the manager.

“My dear signora,” the man said. “I couldn’t possible charge you for your purchases. Everything is on the house and you will notice that I have supplied you and the young signorina with suitable handbags.”

Seeing how stunned we were, the manager went on “You could have walked out with anything you wanted last Saturday. But not only were so honest to leave the dress behind, but you closed the door so nobody else could walk in. Such honesty has to be rewarded.”

We left elated and happy that some people still appreciate honesty.

 

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