There's a Reason I Hate Goodbyes

The main reason I hate leaving is that I am SURE to leave something behind.  If it gets left at my parents' home, it just has to stay there, unless they will mail it to me (sometimes it's worth it, sometimes it's not). 

Seriously, I can't ever leave just once.  It's maddening!  From purses left at the in-laws' to bags left at church to tickets left on our counter, leaving is a chore for me.

Yesterday I left to go to lunch.  I pushed the button and waited for the elevator to come.  At last it came, and I rode 11 floors down to where the cafeteria is.  That's when I remembered that my lunch was in the fridge.  On the 11th floor.

Grrr...!