Ah Golly, I did it again

I called the Elder's Quorum President. He gave me the number of a boy from California who owns a truck. I called it. He called me back. I drove to his house to jump in his truck to pick up the mattress and drop it off.

I gave him my thanks and sent him away. I ran to the counter to get my keys, and ran out the door to jump in my car to go to the party for which I was tardy.

And then I realized that my car was in a parking lot outside his condo plot.

So, here I am--stranded.


(And I'm sure as heck not calling him back. I'm way too embarrassed)