Barnstorming on an Invisible Segway

The shoe repair people did the final bit of stretching that will make my new shoon possible to wear, and I picked them up yesterday. The thing that went right: although I had the wrong paperwork, all went well and there was even humor. I apparently got the wrong claim ticket into my pocketbook, so I had the claim ticket from the pedorthist/prosthetics lab people who did the buildup on the left shoe, rather than from the shoe repair folks here who stretched out the parts in both shoes that were cramping my mutant little toes. I went in to pick up the now-stretched shoes, pulled out the claim check, and the guy said, "This isn't our claim check." I looked stricken, I imagine, and he looked closer at it and said, "Well, it is a shoe repair claim check. But it's not ours." Then he said, "Have you been cheating on us?" in a tone that cracked me up entirely. I explained that it had probably been the claim check from the prosthetics lab and I had put it in my pocketbook by mistake. We both laughed. Then he went and found my shoes, and we were all good.

Might not sound like much, but I get all flustered when I get the wrong paperwork, and it was so nice that the guy just turned it into a kind of shared joke.