Not Again!

Pants zipped?
Cellphone?
Wallet?
Keys?

I guess I'm gonna hafta post this on our bedroom door so that maybe Ron will actually leave the house with everything he needs.
The last episode took place during a recent period he was broadcasting from the City County building. It was mid morning when he discovered he didn't have his wallet. He called home to see if I could locate it. I did. It was still in the jacket he had worn the day before. Guess who got to go all the way downtown to take it to him?
Today, he had a speaking engagement at Central High School. On his way, he was going to drop by the post office and mail a letter for me, which he tried to do but couldn't because when he got there, he realized he didn't have his wallet. I got the call, only this time he knew exactly where it was. You guessed it. Yesterday's jacket pocket. And now I get to take it to him. Only this time, by God, he'll have to buy me lunch.

Don't go thinking I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. I can't tell you how many times he's left his cellphone at work. That, or his wallet. He is a forgetful man and I know why. It's not age, believe me. He's always been like this. It's that he does everything in such a friggin' hurry.

"I'm in a hurry to get things done,
I rush and rush until life's no fun,
All I really got to do is live and die,
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why." -"I'm In A Hurry", Alabama