You know exactly what I’m talking about, or you refer to it as something else, either way, we all pay it from time to time.
My most common stupid tax is forgetfulness. Whenever I travel, I always seem to forget something. On a whitewater rafting trip in Beckley, WV, I left my pillow at the lodge upon checkout. I ended up having mismatched pillow cases for years…actually, I’m sure I still have the lone pillow case. The first time I drove over 1,000 miles to meet Rebecca, I didn’t bring a belt. Our first date included a stop by Wal-Mart. On a recent trip to see the kids in Texas, I left my whole bag of toiletries sitting at home in the middle of the living room. Sadly, Rebecca’s contacts were in there too. This was remedied by a stop at a Wal-Mart, too. Come to think of it, as much as I despise Wal-Mart, the place has come in handy from time to time, and the consumables I’ve had to purchase are typical to what I normally buy: win/win.
Other times I pay the stupid tax when I’m in a hurry or I’m stressed. A lot of our pictures are taken in haste because we’re trying to outsmart parking Nazis, or we’re trying to avoid being blatant trespassers (don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about). Recently I was trying to run and collapse the legs on the tripod at the same time. After my gallant stride, a leg of the tripod swung between my legs just as I was making my next step and I bent the tripod leg into a 45° angle. Though I straightened it out, it will fall out on occasion, slowing our lightening ninja efforts to be in and out of an area in a flash.
The most expensive stupid tax I’ve had to pay was leaving my laptop on our car, and walking away in a rush to check into a hotel. A couple of hours later I open my suitcase to start blogging and realized my error. I immediately called the valet. They informed me they found it, but it was in pretty bad shape. Upon retrieving it, the manager pulled me aside and immediately began to apologize for the incident. In good faith I cut him off and told him that it was my fault. I didn’t want assistance with our bags, and I placed my gray laptop on our gray car, and walked away. I told him that my biggest concern was hoping the hard drive was salvageable so that I could retrieve pictures.
Whenever we get new cell phones, we typically transfer all of our old pictures to the computer. My oldest was quite the shutter bug. He had a great eye for capturing nature, graffiti, and artistic features on everything from common life to tourist attractions. In April 2013 we took a man-cation to Louisville, KY for a Lego Convention and underground zip-lining. Upon our return Christian was diagnosed with stage IV, metastatic cancer and lost his battle eight months later. The spread sheets and files I have stored on my laptop can easily be recreated or acquired. I just hope I can salvage his pictures.
Have you lost a cell phone, parked in a tow away zone, or paid for a purchase with the wrong bill? Tell us about a stupid tax you’ve had to pay.