Dec 16 2008

Stupid Is As Stupid Does

Published by at 10:27 pm under Blog

My laptop, my house keys, my work keys, my Sky viewing cards (for the Sky service that WILL be installed this week), my USB Card Reader, a USB key with numerous photos, a compact camera, a notepad with a lot of good blogworthy material, a collection of Moo Stickers, badges, two books, a magazine, Anthony’s copy of The Watchmen graphic novel, a phone charger, a camera charger, an iPod cable, batteries, various nice pens.


These are all the things I had in the backpack which I stupidly left behind me in Insomnia after meeting Darragh, Maybury, Lottie and Daisy for a coffee after work.


Lottie and I left the coffee shop, did some Christmas shopping, walked down to the DART, went to sit down and then my usual routine of taking off my backpack seemed wholly unnecessary as my back was void of bag.


I froze solid as my brain hurriedly retraced my steps and worked out where I may have left it. I ran out of the station, I ran up Westland Row, I ran along Nassau Street, I ran up Kildare Street, I took a break as I was out of breath and my chest was in pain, I walked swiftly along the Green to reach a closed Insomnia Coffee Shop.


My heart sank.


In the back, I saw light. Then a girl emerged with a mop and bucket. I was never before so overjoyed to see a girl with a mop and bucket. I can’t imagine a time in the future that I will ever be so glad to see a girl with a mop and bucket. I frantically knocked on the door of the coffee shop. She mode some strange gesture with her hands. I pleaded with her. She waved her hand. I waved back and knocked again.


She walked towards me and was mouthing something incomprehensible. As she reached closer to the door, I realised what she was saying…


“The door’s open”, she said, pushing the door towards me.


Full of apologies, I asked if a bag had been left behind, but before I had even finished my sentence, she said yes and a second girl showed up with my backpack in hand. I was so thankful.


I wasn’t always so scatter-brained. What’s going on with me lately?


17 responses so far

17 Responses to “Stupid Is As Stupid Does”

  1. Lottieon 16 Dec 2008 at 10:55 pm

    You are very forgetful lately. Stop it now. You’re supposed to be the sensible organised one in this relationship.

  2. le craicon 16 Dec 2008 at 11:48 pm

    Everyone gets bouts of forgetfulness. I normally get them when I’ve not had enough sleep, or I’m hungry or what not.

  3. Maxi Caneon 17 Dec 2008 at 12:02 am

    Crystal meth is a hell of a drug.

  4. Paddy Bloggiton 17 Dec 2008 at 12:42 am

    Lucky you!

  5. Sinéadon 17 Dec 2008 at 8:14 am

    Glad you got it back!

  6. Philon 17 Dec 2008 at 8:37 am

    I can’t leave somewhere without leaving something behind.
    And did something similar to you a few weeks ago.
    One for the ‘new years resolutions.

  7. MJon 17 Dec 2008 at 9:35 am

    Phew for you!

  8. PaddyInEnglandon 17 Dec 2008 at 9:48 am

    Time for a classic my old man one liner

    “Youd leave your f*ckin head behind ya if it wasnt sewn on!”


  9. Grannymaron 17 Dec 2008 at 11:02 am

    Are you older than me?

    mumbles *is he suitable to be a toyboy?* mumbles, mumbles, grumbles.

  10. Darrenon 17 Dec 2008 at 1:23 pm

    @Lottie Me? We’re doomed!

    @LeCraic I was quite tired, I’ll admit. Still, it’s been happening a lot lately. Need to get my head in gear.

    @Maxi Ah bliss…

    @Paddy I know. I was so worried. Especially as I left it so long before going back for it.

    @Sinéad Me too! 🙂

    @Phil That reminds me – you left that strange pink vibrating torch in our apartment the last time you were down. Will you be collecting it on Saturday?

    @MJ Indeed!

    @AngloPaddy “If you fall down off that wall and break both of your legs…don’t come running to me.”

    @GM I’m keeping my badge!!! 🙂 But yes, at 27, I think the senility is setting in…

  11. PaddyInEnglandon 17 Dec 2008 at 2:33 pm

    its PaddyInEngland, im not actually a dirty english man.

    I’m part of what was Dublin, in the rare old times.

  12. Xbox4NappyRashon 17 Dec 2008 at 6:04 pm

    You know what’s worse than actually forgetting all that stuff, it’s the split second of agony when you realise you’ve done it.

    Kills me.

  13. Ray Foleyon 17 Dec 2008 at 9:44 pm

    It’s the dark, the cold, and the season of madness.

    I was in Argos yesterday evening when I realised my keys were gone. My car, my wife’s car, the house, my desk drawers. Everything. Gone.

    Wandered round Argos for half an hour checking around the different catalogues I’d read before ordering. Asked behind the counter. Asked at the counter where I’d paid. Nothing.

    I’d left them in a pub just before Argos. It’s the best feeling in the world though when you get it back.

  14. whoopsadaisyon 17 Dec 2008 at 11:17 pm

    Ah I am glad you got it back Darren, you silly thing 🙂

  15. TheChrisDon 18 Dec 2008 at 2:40 pm

    I hope you’re not as forgetful as this all the time…

  16. Darrenon 18 Dec 2008 at 2:41 pm

    @Paddy And what was Dublin in the rare auld times? Hmm…

    @Xbox Exactly. I froze. Lottie was talking to me and my whole body was still. I couldn’t think properly at all.

    @Ray You almost have an excuse though – alcohol. I had not consumed.

    @Daisy I know, I know.

  17. Darrenon 18 Dec 2008 at 2:41 pm

    @Chris Me too! 😛

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