Late Returns--My Personal Worst

There are two movies from blockbuster in my breif case (are they even called that anymore?) and I know there is no way in hell I'm going to remember to return them today on my way home. I'll write a note on my hand. I'll stick a reminder post-it up on my computer screen. I will leave here at five o'clock and drive right past blockbuster as I giggle along to The Radio Chick Show.

Three days from now I will remember the two movies in the side compartment of my gay-carry-all-hip-bag-thing.I will read this blog and give myself a verbal slap on the wrist--"dummy".

By the weekend they will have become a source of shame and I will cringe just looking at them. I will promise myself to drop them off while out getting a hair cut or running some, more serious, errand. To make that trip across town (on a saturday no less!)for the sole purpose of returning videos would be to suffer an indignancy on par with the time my mother made me give seventy-five dollars I had found on Plandome Road to the local church!

My personal worst for late returns is somewhere around three weeks. Think I can beat it?