The first thing my landlady did when I showed up for our appointment yesterday was ask me the time.
“11:45,” I said, puzzled.
“A quarter to noon. Sit down, Jennifer. I take it you don’t watch television, or read the papers, or listen to the radio…”
“Oh, j’ai oublié!” I said. “I knew about the time change, but forgot, I’m so sorry!”
Madame accepted my apology, after telling me about how they went to bed late the night before, and how, although she was dressed, she hadn’t had time to put her makeup on yet. She’s very nice, but at the same time, I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side.
Immediately after that, I went to the supermarché around the corner. As soon as the automatic door closed behind me, I realized I didn’t bring my wallet. There was a long line of people waiting to check out by the exit. I frantically searched my purse for some spare change, just so I could buy a candy bar to get out. None. So I set my shopping basket down and ran through the entrance the next time someone came in, barely making it out before I got squished.
I blame all this on the fact that I’m preoccupied with getting ready for a big trip to the states. I’m leaving tomorrow for a month, first to New York City and then to California. That’s my excuse, but jeesh, you would think I had never travelled before.