2nd Time of Double-Posting

Well it seems I have done it again - I neglected to post yesterday's entry. Well, here's to consistency...

Day 52:
When I got to school this morning I retraced my steps from the day previous, I was in search for one of my misplaced reusable water bottles. I generally take two 750ml bottles to school, so having just the one required that I rely on my detective abilities and find the missing drink.
I went back to the library hoping I’d find it left behind from a meeting I attended after school, but to no avail.
I asked a friend if I had left it in his car, but no such luck.
So there I was stuck, with but only one bottle of water to quench my thirst.
Upon returning home this evening I’ll be darn if that missing one wasn’t sitting right by the couch.
Today I learned that things aren’t always where I thought I left it. In fact, it turns out that most of the time things are right where I put it.

Day 51:
A friend asked that I pick up something for him from a food boutique near my house. He asked that I bring it to him tomorrow since it would be our last day of school for the week.
Assuring him that I could fulfill the favor, I set out well before closing time from an afterschool engagement that kept me near school; as long as I was there before 6pm, I could deliver. But as fate would have it, traffic put my effort at a stand still.
With minutes remaining I found myself having to jeopardize my driving record and speed towards my destination along surface streets, for the freeway was anything but free-flowing.
As the minute hand moved past 6pm, I began plotting a fantastic story that would surely persuade the shop to stop from closing its doors to serve this patron.
As I drove up I found an employee vacuuming – a sure sign that the sign had been flipped from open to close.
But alas, the door was still open.
Perhaps this oversight would work to my benefit.
“I know you’re closed, but I see the door is still open and I was wondering if….” I rehearsed the plea in my head as I ran towards the door.
Trying to downplay my panting, I entered the door and asked if I could still place an order.
“Oh sure, we don’t close until 6:30,” she kindly replied.
“6:30!”
I wish I could put numbers in CAPS, because placing an exclamation point at the end of my mental response denies all reality.
Today I learned that they details ARE important.