{11} The Race Against Stupidity

This last week was a little hectic. I felt like I was constantly running from place to place, doing errands for myself or my parents. Saturday was no different. That morning was spent running errands and the afternoon was consumed by last minute wedding preparations. Saturday, my cousin was married until death do they part. I, being dubbed the photographer and being the retard that I am, remembered to take my camera home with me, but forgot the battery charger. Upon arriving in Arizona, I realized my mistake and spent the following days trying to fix it. I asked everyone I knew if they had a charger (or knew someone else with one) that matched mine. With no such luck, I changed my tactics. My past young women's leader in my home ward had cameras. Maybe I could borrow one of hers. I called her Friday morning and learned that she was out of town, but she gave me the code to get into her garage. I found one of her cameras, some lenses that I could use, and one memory card. This card, however, was full. Full of pictures that she had not yet downloaded. Normally it wouldn't be a problem and I would simply use one of my own memory cards. The problem with this thought is that my camera takes different memory cards than hers. Hers are the kind that cost $40 and Walmart doesn't carry. To solve the dilemma, my young women's president called a friend and asked to borrow a memory card. He agreed so I had to call him and find out where he lived so that I could pick it up. My young women's president saved me this weekend. You could say I owe her my life at this point. With a borrowed camera and a borrowed SD card, I went to that wedding. And to think all my problems wouldn't have even existed if I'd remembered my own camera charger.