Not the First Time

Age related memory changes? Early Onset Alzheimer’s? Fatigue? Brain fart? I am not sure what was responsible for what I did at work Saturday night, but I hope I can blame it something other than just being an airhead.
I was working at the hospital Saturday evening and one of my patients was a little kid. One thing I like about the small hospital is, that on any given night, my patients can range from infants to elderly. Our hospital is not good, however, in keeping up with supplies for pediatric patients . Things like stickers and small toys are in short supply. So, occasionally I will buy things I find at the dollar store or from a party supply store etc. and bring them to work. I knew I had some packets of new crayons and a few new little toys in my vehicle that night, so after I had my supper, at around 7PM, I went out to my van to get them.
The toys were in a bag in the way back part of my van. It was dark out and unless one of the van side doors is open, no light will come on in the hatch back. I opened the driver side door so the light would come on, left it open, went around to the back and retrieved the goods. I then went around to the passenger side door, opened it and pressed the lock so the van would be locked. I wouldn’t want to leave it unlocked, especially since we have had some minor thievery recently at the hospital. The week before, someone stole the nurses coffee money and another night someone stole a nurses wallet!
I returned to work and gave some treats to the patient. Well worth the effort of going to my van to get them, because I was subsequently rewarded with many lovely pieces of artwork. I finished my shift at around Midnight and headed out to the parking lot. First thing I noticed was a truck with it’s lights on and two men standing beside it. Next I noticed the trucks lights were facing my driver side door…WHICH WAS OPEN! WIDE OPEN! I grasped my pepper spray tighter in my hand, as if I was planning on fighting off two grown men attempting to steal my van. (I watch way too much Buffy) I walked a little closer and I recognized the two guys as the night shift janitors, then it dawned on me. I left my door open! ohhhhh nooooo. The janitors asked me if I knew whose van this was and even though I wanted to deny it, I fessed up. I got in and right away checked to see if anything was stolen. PHEW, nothing was missing, my CD’s, my spare change, and even my phone were all still there. WOW! My door was wide open for 5 hours and not a thing was missing. (Except my pride maybe)The van even started, no dead battery. The guys told me someone had called in to report a vehicle with its door open in the parking lot and they came out to check it. I bet they had a good laugh that night. “Heh, heh and she’s the charge nurse, what an airhead(loser)!”
As the title of this posts implies, this was not the first time I did this. Around a year ago, I went grocery shopping with T and left one of the van side doors open. My hus, after work, came along to pick up some beer or something and noticed the door wide open. He told me it scared him because he immediately feared we were kidnapped. Then he saw us coming out of the store! And nothing was stolen that time either.
I really hope I don’t do it again.