I spend half an hour frantically searching for my mobile phone. Finally find it under my bed.
I am a constantly regretting, and recovering, then regressing again, shopaholic, so I return 200 USD worth of clothes I bought, and get my money back.
I tuck the money into my wallet, promising myself I'll do better and save more.
Sit for a few minutes in the sun. 20 minutes before I have to be at work...maybe I should check out some shoes? So I pop into a shoe store, find nothing I like, then rush off to work.
It's 4 pm.
''Want to grab some dinner,'' my colleague asks.
''Sure. Let me just get my wallet.''
Where.is.my.wallet!? I overturn my bag, search my wastepaper basket, check the loos, even though I have not been in any of them. I can feel the panic rising.
I rush back to the store.
No.
Rush into another store.
Sorry, noone's handed in a wallet.
I return back to work. Broke and robbed, and I know it's my karma giving me my comeuppance.