It Isn't Easy

Flash Fiction

It Isn’t Easy

What the heck did I do with my checkbook? I’ve been searching off and on for hours.

These days I write so few checks that I can’t even remember the last time I had to actually write, and send, a check!

I spend almost my entire life’s needs, between credit cards and on-line. I do have some actual cash in my wallet, but it’s been there for over a year now.

But this stupid payment requires mailing a check, or going in person. I’d go in person! Except it’s an hour drive, and I’m really good at getting lost…

I know I have it somewhere. I must have moved it when I was “getting more organized.” It was this show on TV where she rearranged her whole house. It came out so well, I thought I’d try it! My apartment looked more like a closet than an apartment.

I really did a pretty good job; except I’ve spent the last week walking to where something used to be… then remembering I moved it. Unfortunately, I can’t remember where I thought a better place for my checkbook was… Not my desk apparently…

Well, it was getting dark. My bank closed so I can’t get more checks. The post office closed too. Tomorrow’s Saturday, I can deal with it then. Looking around at my apartment, I see I will be doing a lot of cleaning up again too.

Walking over to turn on the TV for a little calming down, I pushed the magazines and junk off my favorite chair, and as it all hit the floor, out popped my checkbook.

Suddenly I remembered… I was being smart knowing I had to write this check! I didn’t want to have to look for the checkbook…

It isn’t easy being me…