Ring Scare
I hopped on my bike to ride home on from school on this gorgeous evening. The sun illuminated everything in front of me, casting my shadow far in front of me along the bumpy pavement of Washington Avenue. I glided by Punch Pizza with its garage door up, looking at the people who were looking back at me, they dining halfway al fresco, me wishing I were dining on something. Snapping out of my reverie, I went through my compulsive check. See, ever since I began dental school, I walk out of the house the exact same way each day — wallet in my left pocket, keys in my right, phone in the change pocket on the right. I will do this check when walking, when idle, or when I’m leaving for anywhere. Turns out I unconsciously added a wedding ring check to the list.
My thoughts drifted as though floating along on a breeze, from hunger to my ring. I’m not wearing my wedding ring. I looked down at the pale circlet around my left ring finger. I’M NOT WEARING MY WEDDING RING. Oh, well I… I took it off to wash my hands in the bathroom. I TOOK IT OFF TO WASH MY HANDS IN THE BATHROOM.
I hauled ass. Took a hard right onto Ontario. Flew through a vacant parking lot, almost jumped a curve cutting through another lot. Tailed a car onto Delaware and gave it everything I had. Ran a stop sign through the construction zone and dodged pedestrians outside of Moos until I came to the main entrance. Considered trying to get my bike through the revolving door. Instead, locked up my bike. ALL OUT RAN through the first floor of the building to the restroom. Found my ring right where I had left it, for anyone who came off the street to take.
Comments
Mykala
Dude. You are so lucky. We wouldn’t have been married anymore if you didn’t find it.
Mykala
Also, this post should be entitled “Ring Scare ‘010” and you know that.
Mykala +1
Additionally, I thought the “biking” tag said “bikini” and I was certain I’d missed a crucial part of the story. No such luck.
Mykala
Lastly, I’m sitting at the studio waiting for rehearsal to finish and feel the need to apologize for the array of vapid comments I’ve left as a result.
Carry on.
Alexander Micek
That is totally the way it works — that’s why I was so worried! Plus, though it is insured… sentimental value! It was there on the altar.
Or “Ring Scare Oh-10”.
It almost says bikini. Incidentally, that tag doesn’t point to anything at tumbledry right now. Uncertain how/if to/I should fix that by adding something tagged with bikini.
Apology unnecessary!
Vanessa
No ring=no marriage in my book. Chris lost his somewhere in the back yard last October and I kept asking him what it was like to be single again. So, Alex, what was it like to be single for that short while? :)
Amber
Justin loses his all of the time. I especially hate when he starts chewing on it because I am sure one of these days he is going to swallow it and I am NOT going to be the one to sift through the you know what to find it.
Alexander Micek
Did Chris ever find his ring? In the backyard? Hmm.
Amber, here’s the silver lining: at least if he swallows it, he won’t be able to lose it!