My Spastic Adventures

Anyone reading this who knows me won't really be surprised, just amused by yet another shining example of the genius I am. The rest of you who think you know me but are really just finding out, get ready. I'm brilliant, I tell ya.
Our water bill was due last Friday. On Thursday evening, seeing that I was out late and had not put a check in the envelope alongside my other roommates, Christy left me a gentle reminder note asking me to do just that, so that she could walk it into the Water Department the next morning. Friday morning, I had a later than usual appointment before going into the office, and awoke well after Christy had left for work. Oops.
I quickly wrote my portion of the bill, put it in the envelope and scooped it up to take to work with me, hoping to catch Christy on our lunch breaks and get the bill paid. No such luck. She was stuck in court all day but assured me it could be paid on Monday morning without penalty. I felt bad, but there wasn't much I could do about it. Nothing else was said about the matter until Sunday night.
Again, I was out late, and she text messaged me on her way to bed. "Please set the water bill on the kitchen table, so I can take it in tomorrow." Doh! The water bill was laying on my desk, in my office, downtown, where I wasn't going to be until after 10:00 Monday morning. I don't know how Christy was feeling at this point, but I was completely annoyed by me. She tells me that she'll meet me between dockets on Monday and take the bill. Deal.
I get to the office on Monday morning only to realize that the bill was laying on the backseat of my car all weekend. For some reason, I carry it upstairs into the office with me. Christy calls and asks me to meet her at the courthouse at 11:30. I jump up and make it down the stairs before realizing the bill is still laying on my desk. Fortunately, I wasn't already in my car or at the courthouse.
11:28, I pull up in front of the courthouse. Finally, something I'd done right in this whole fiasco! 11:32, still no sign of Christy. I call. I say, "Hey, where are you?" She can't even hide the amusement in her voice at this point. She says, "I'm in front of the courthouse, where are you?" I say, bewildered, then with realization dawning on me, "I'm in front of the courthouse ... (long pause) ... but not the one where you work." She's not even trying to hide her laughter now. Fortunately, the two courthouses are just blocks from each other, and I was able to pass the bill off, finally! She just reached into the car, took the bill, and informed me, "Your new name is Spaz!"
When I'm on a roll, there's no stopping me!