It’s my own fault.

August 24, 2011


A few dumb things happened at the end of the day, and almost every one was my own fault.

Lloyd came by to get me rather early – before 5:30! – and we decided to go get burgers on the square. Woo-hoo! It’s Wednesday!

I also thought that the US Cellular store might be open and I could finally buy a real charger. (My cobbled-together contraption is in the broken car in Lincoln.) They were open, but as I walked in I realized that my phone was at home. (My fault. I had turned it off to save the battery.) They looked up my information, then took for-eh-ver to figure out what kind of charger I needed.

Wait. I should back up and tell you that I really needed to pee. I stupidly didn’t go at school, and now it was getting dire. (My fault.)

I walked out and over to Lloyd, who was chit-chatting with someone, all the while feeling my teeth start to float. When he was done I started walking to the burgers, but he headed for the bookstore. I told him my plight and he said they had a bathroom.


They were closed.


We walked to the burgers and there was a line. A longish line. A slow, longish line.

I frantically thought about where the nearest bathroom was. The library! Yes!

Oh, open thou thy lavatory doors that I might peeth. - Emerson or somebody

I have a fine. (My fault.) Booooo.

What a quandary. I’d feel bad just slinking in and out, so I decided to go anyway. I used their beautiful facilities then went to the counter to pay the fine, and found I was $3.40 short. Great – double humiliation.

Walked back to the burgers, and Lloyd had not moved an inch. *sigh* Maybe burgers on the square isn’t the great deal we thought.

She was proud of her opera story.

Side bonus: Standing there so long, we got to hear the lady in front of us tell the story of how she waited for opera tickets in Washington D.C. and wound up getting the last two in the President’s Box or something and beating out some famous reporter for them. She told it twice. I think I had to go to the bathroom again by the end of all the the waiting.

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Lauren Sommerer is a preschool teacher who likes to build prototypes, grow cats, cook things once, save money, reduce, reuse and recycle.

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4 Responses to “It’s my own fault.”

  1. Gretchen Said on:

    So the library charges you to use the bathroom? How European! (pun unintended.)


    • Peggy Said on:

      HA! It took me a second to get the pun…then HAHA!!

      And don’t ‘ya just hate it when you have to admit “It’s my fault.” I just recently got a parking ticket at work. They’re doing all kinds of construction here, and I parked in a spot I truly thought I could park in, but apparently wasn’t supposed to. I appealed the ticket, and they reduced it to $40.00. But that still is alot of money and it upsets me. Especially considering I have to pay a yearly fee to park on campus & most of our spots have been eaten up by constructon. But, it’s my fault….I should have better informed myself.


  2. Brad Said on:

    There’s got to be a way to blame those things on someone else…


  3. Kristi Said on:

    Here’s how to say my fault in Latin: Mea culpa. It’s much more fun to say, and you don’t feel so bad about saying it.


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