The evidence of this statement includes (but is not limited to) the fact that I brought home dinner tonight from the hospital cafeteria (they were serving Thanksgiving dinner and I just wanted something warm and comfy that I didn't cook myself) and that I went to Walmart at 6 a.m. last week. In my socks.
You see, I have clinical at 6:30 at Alta View Hospital in Sandy. Since the hospital is exactly in between my parent's and Benji's parents, we simply go home Thursday nights and sleep over. The issue here is I have to remember all my critical clinical attire: BYU scrubs, BYU name tag, Intermountain student nurse name tag, watch, stethoscope, white shoes. Must be white shoes.
Welllllll since I function on about a minute to minute basis these days....it wasn't until 5:30 a.m. in Benji's parent's basement that I realized I forgot my white shoes. All I brought were my flip flops. You just can't wear flip flops to a MRSA-ridden, high needle-stick potential, professional hospital. Ya just can't.
So I grabbed Benji's car keys and felt a little robber-ish as I spun away from his house with the plan to get home to Emily and steal a pair of her shoes.
While driving I began calculating: 15 minutes to my house. 15 minutes to creep my whole family out as I break into the house and try to find some decent shoes. 15 minutes back to Benji's house. Wake up Benji. Eat breakfast. Drive to hospital. Dang it.
And then I remembered. The commercials of my childhood, that grinning bouncing yellow circle knocking down prices that was replaced with a shining star logo of hope: Wal Mart. Siri. Please give me directions to the closest Wal Mart. Pronto.
(kidding I don't have Siri.)
So I drove to the Wal Mart that was only 7 minutes away, in my socks and BYU scrubs, parked, ran across the parking lot, AND THE DOORS WERE LOCKED. Great. Now I have even less time and still no shoes.
So I returned to the car, dreaming of the invention of a 24 hour Payless, when I saw a blue vest-clad Wal Mart employee walking towards the doors. I'm sure I scared him to death when I veered over to him and rolled down my window, asking when the walmart opened. "It's a 24 hour Wal Mart", he said "but only one door is open." I grinned and cackled and spun around, re-parked, and re-sprinted across the parking lot in my socks.
I would pay big money for the Wal Mart surveillance video of that morning, as a blue and white scrubbed up girl wearing socks ran into the store, grabbed the first pair of white shoes off the rack, put them on, sprinted back to the self check out, swiped the price tag and the credit card and ran back out the door.
The good news is, I made it to clinical on time. And Benji got his car back. And now I have two pairs of white shoes.
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