The other day I borrowed a book from the library and I was so engrossed I walked out and then was stopped dead in my tracks by the shrieking beep of security thingy at the exit. I automatically walked backwards, stunned into realization. I was absolutely mortified. I was even more embarrassed (if that was possible) when the guard loudly said “Excuse me miss!!”. I could feel eyes boring into me. I felt like such a criminal and apologized for forgetting to scan the darn thing. He seemed ok about it after that so, perhaps I wasn’t the first day-dreamer. Anyway I was holding the book out in my hand. Thank goodness I hadn’t been as absent-minded as to put it into my bag. Yikes. I don’t even want to think about it.
Now I know how an unintentional ‘shop-lifter’ feels. Gosh being self-absorbed in my thoughts is finally getting me into trouble. When I daydream I tend to really go into my head and the person next to me has to really try to get my attention. It’s like I’m up in Mars or something. Sometimes B complains that he already told me something, but I probably was not listening. But in my defense he tends to go on these long monologues which I assert are more like soliloquies (according to me at least) or worse, talk about technical stuff that only his guy friends would be interested in. My mum says my dad used to be in his own world just like I am – so it’s genetic!
Anyway I was comforted to read that I am not alone. Fellow Singaporean blogger Miss Ene had an encounter with her mismatched shoes. She was just distressed and had too much on her mind.
Just one of those days.
So it happens.
Anyhoo, the wonderful Miss Ene inspired me to share my embarrassing story so that someone else out there doesn’t feel alone.