Stick To It

Are you familiar with the Gorilla Glue Girl’s hair-mix-up fiasco? Out of a needed product, she made a decision that didn’t work as planned. The mistake earned her time as the web’s focus. Her fortunes spilled over into an SNL skit last Saturday.

I feel for her. Making bad decisions and mistakes is a human trait. The worst I’ve usually done is grabbed the wrong keys or the wrong sunglasses. Although there was one time when I was carrying one thing for the refrigerator and another for the trash and was about to put the one in the other but then caught myself.

I’ve had moments of panic when I thought I did the wrong thing. Once, when I was sixteen, I boarded a Greyhound bus to head south. I’d been up visiting Mom in Pittsburgh, PA. Now I was traveling south to southern West Virginia, where I lived with Dad. I don’t know what the deal is. It was late, like after ten PM. I may have fallen asleep. Next thing that I know, the bus was moving and the driver was talking about stops in Florida.

Florida! Man, I didn’t want to go to Florida. I was going home. But a little later, he announced, like an afterthought, “We’ll be in Charleston, West Virginia, in about three hours.”

Some time was required before my breathing returned to normal and the sweat dried on my body. I did not go to sleep again; I stayed awake, fearful of ending up far away from where I wanted to be.

No, wait; the worst was when I was checking out of an Atlanta hotel. I’d been there for a week on business. Now it was time to roll for the airport. Part of my travel routine is to slip my retired military ID into my shirt pocket for easy access when I’m going through security. I also think it saves time identifying me should the plane ever crash. My photo ID would be right there in my shirt. It’ll work if I still have my shirt on after the accident, if the ID isn’t thrown from the pocket, and if my face isn’t mangled or burned past the point that a photo ID would help.

Anyway, on this day as I headed out of the hotel, I dropped my plastic hotel key card into the box for that purpose and headed for the airport. Then I arrived there and found, oh, shit, you guessed it: I’d dropped off my military ID instead of my card key.

Well, I immediately called the hotel, explained it all, and asked them to overnight it via FedEx on my company’s account, so problem solved.

What about you? Do you have a story to share that shows how you commiserate with G3’s predicament that you’re willing to share?

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  1. Oh gee (no pun intended) but I don’t think I could even come close to a G3 predicament, lol. Seriously though…as for Gorilla Glue Girl….DUH!?!?! I read this and then thought to myself, why, why, why?!?!?! First of all, I don’t keep spray on glue where I do my hair, not even going to go there. So to me it was some stupid challenge and she lost….
    I keep spray on, squeeze on, tube glue in my garage on the metal shelves with my tools. Never have I grabbed a can of WD-40 and put it on my hair because I thought it was hair spray!

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      1. Okay I’ve seen it…OMG That’s too hilarious. “As many as ONE person everyday uses Gorilla Glue in place of a beauty product.” Seriously I was laughing so loud in my office….
        “My Name is Denzel Commode” LMAO. I love Regina King, and she hasn’t aged one day since Boyz N’ The Hood.

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