Gorizia Angrisani: Where is the Remote Control? And Other Mishaps

By Gorizia Angrisani
Introduction:
I'm Gorizia, and I'm a bit of a scatterbrain. It's not a pathology; it's just how I'm wired. My friends and family can attest to the many times I've misplaced things, forgotten important appointments, or walked into a room only to forget why I was there. This trait has led to countless mishaps, but I've learned to embrace them and see the humor in them. In this article, I'll share some of my most memorable "Gorizia moments" to prove that even the most absent-minded among us can find endless amusement in the chaos.
Lost Remote Control:
One evening, I was enjoying a cozy night in, cuddled up on the couch with a blanket and a good book. As I reached for the remote control to turn up the volume, I realized it was gone. I searched every nook and cranny of the couch, under the cushions, behind the pillows, but it was nowhere to be found. Panic set in as the suspense of my book reached its peak, but the remote seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Despairing, I called out to my husband, "Honey, have you seen the remote?"
"No, I haven't," he replied, amusement evident in his voice. "Maybe you should check your purse."
I rolled my eyes. "Of course, I checked my purse. Why would it be in my purse?"
And then it hit me. I reached into my purse and there it was, the remote control, nestled among my lipstick and keys. I couldn't help but laugh at myself. How had it ended up there? I'll never know, but it's a reminder to always check the most unexpected places first.
Missed Appointment:
My forgetfulness is not limited to objects; it extends to appointments as well. I once had a crucial meeting with a client that I had been preparing for weeks. I even set multiple reminders on my phone, but somehow, they all slipped my mind. When I finally realized that I had missed the meeting, I was horrified.
I rushed to my client's office, hoping to salvage the situation, but they were understandably disappointed. However, they agreed to reschedule, and I promised to make it up to them. From that day forward, I've become a slave to my calendar and set reminders for everything, even the most mundane tasks.
The Case of the Lost Keys:
My keys seem to have a mind of their own, disappearing at the most inconvenient times. Once, I was leaving my house in a hurry when I realized that my keys were missing. I retraced my steps, searching frantically, but they were nowhere to be found. I was starting to panic because I had an important meeting in half an hour.
In desperation, I called my husband at work. "I've lost my keys!" I exclaimed.
He sighed, "Again? Check your purse."
I refused at first, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And lo and behold, there were my keys, hiding in the bottom of my purse. How they got there, I have no idea, but I was beyond relieved. I learned that day to always check my purse first, even when I'm certain I didn't put something in there.
:
My life as a scatterbrain is full of mishaps and misadventures, but I wouldn't have it any other way. My forgetfulness may sometimes be frustrating, but it also brings a lot of laughter and joy to my life. I've learned to embrace my absent-mindedness and to find the humor in the chaos. And who knows, maybe my next mishap will be the funniest one yet.