When I graded on Sunday, I took a break to put my feet up on the desk. (Actually, I took the break before I started grading. But I was tired, so give me a break.)
While I was resting, my wallet slid out of my pocket onto the floor. I didn’t pick it up because I was comfortable and didn’t want to move.
Some time later, I finally got to work on my grading. It was tedious as usual, and by the time I was finished, I was grumpy and it was getting dark.
I rushed out to my car and headed to the grocery store, where I quickly got everything I needed for the week. I wanted to get home in time to relax a little before bed.
When I got to the checkout, I reached for my wallet, then realized – it was still on the floor by my desk in my classroom. D’oh! The checker was nice. She said they would put everything back. I slinked back to my car and went home.