I left my wallet in my other pants.
No, that isn’t some lame excuse to say my homework didn’t get finished. I don’t even have homework anymore.
Usually I take a page out of Austin Powers’ book and check for my testicles, spectacles, wallet and watch. I mean, no, I’m not from the 70s, so I’ve swapped watch with phone and spectacles with contacts but it’s still basically the same.
It isn’t very often that I forget my wallet; though, it was only a few weeks ago that I did it last. Jane at the front desk is normally there to let me in though. The trick is remembering to only use the one set of stairs at work because the south stairs lead to the foyer of the building, requiring our ID cards to buzz back in.
Anyway’s, this gives me an excuse to do some running around at lunch.