Stress-Induced Blindness (and Stupidity)

It's starting to seem real, people. We'll be on the road in two days!

Stress is making us do dumb things.

Case in point: I was convinced the remote control for the parking garage was lost.  It wasn't in its usual spot in the middle of the visor on the passenger side.  It has a loose clip and it sometimes slides off and drops on the floor.  I had to take Boycat to the vet for shots this morning, and when I couldn't find the remote, I had to get out of the car and use the control panel inside the garage to raise the exit door.

I took a moment while in the parking lot at the vet's to tear the car apart and look for it, under seats, down between seats, under the floor mat, etc. No luck.  I figured it must have fallen out of the passenger side door and would be waiting in my parking stall. Hopefully I hadn't run over it.

"I'll call Mr. 42 and have him come down and let me in," I thought. Good plan, but I had forgotten my cell phone at home.  Oops.

Since I couldn't get back into the garage without my remote, I parked in a metered stall on the street and hustled my 18-lb. cat plus a bag of take-out food down the block. In pouring rain, of course.

Mr. 42 and I went back to the parking garage to see if the remote was there, hopefully intact but maybe in pieces? Nope.

I told him to go stand by the door and open it for me when I was close.

Mr. 42 went and stood by the EXIT door on the other side of the garage, rather than the entrance. Oops. He saw me at the other door and ran to let me in.

When I pulled in, he got in the car with me on the passenger side and said, "Look, it's right here."

The remote was on the visor.  It had slid all the way to the end, right by the door, but it was plainly visible (black against the light-colored interior of the car).

I just couldn't see it.

Oops.