There Is Norway We Are Turning Around

It’s May 15th, two days before Norway’s National Day, and my dad and I are on a four-plus-hour drive to my aunt’s house.

Five minutes in, Dad realizes he forgot some chocolates he’s bought for the kids (my niece and nephew, plus their cousins). No big deal, we’re stopping at our regular grocery store to pick up dinner.

Getting back on the highway, he realizes he forgot the keys to the parking garage at my aunt’s apartment complex. Not wanting to turn around, he decides he’s just gonna use Aunt’s keys after we’ve unloaded our stuff at the door.

During the next few hours, we both remember small things we forgot, and jokingly say we have to turn around each time. Just under an hour from our destination, we pull out of a gas station after filling up. I’m scrolling on my phone when:

Dad: “S***, I forgot my suit…”

I turn around, and sure enough, the suit is not hanging from its usual place in the back seat. The back seat he’s been in and out of three times since we left. I snort and tell him we HAVE to go back. I exchange texts with my aunt.

Me: “We’re turning around; Dad forgot his suit.”

Aunt: “An hour away? I don’t believe you.”

Me: “We’re not going back, but he really did forget his suit.”

We have a good laugh about it once we’re settled and end up going to a nearby mall the next day, where Dad buys a new suit.

And he says I’M the forgetful one…

CORRECTION: This story was originally mistagged as a “Not Always Right” story, and has now been correctly retagged as “Not Always Related”.