The Day of Unpreparedness

So today was going to be a quiet day. I was going to study, find a pack cover for tomorrow's hike (the forecast declares rain in our future...again), and teach my friend Gizem to ice skate. The studying happened - love Tchibo and their 2.95 filter coffee (although it would be nice if they had a bathroom...but then again, a bathroom in a store sort of promotes shoplifting). The pack cover was found and purchased. In the purchasing process I also may have stumbled upon one of the only cross-country skiers in the entire city. Winter is only a few short months away, folks!
And that is where all good planning ended. After I first left the house I realized I had left without my umbrella. This is not a good situation to be in when the clouds are looming black overhead. So I turned around and headed home to pick up my umbrella which was no where to be found. I have to admit, the first thought to enter my head was not a charitable thought. I assumed that someone had stolen my umbrella the night before. Nothing to be done, I would simply have to buy an umbrella while I was out. Which I did, from a toy store (first mistake) for 5 lira (second mistake). The third mistake of the day, I left home without suitable long sleeves. Not only was I something to stare at in my bright blue shirt, I was possibly going to be very cold later. So into one of my favorite stores I tromp and buy a new, very pink hoodie for 15 lira. Yes, we are at 20 extra lira here, people. After coffee and on my way to skating I popped into a cosmetic shop to buy a nail file. I assumed that such a thing would cost a lira or two. Wrong! Got to the counter and I was so surprised that I did pay the 19.50 lira for a package of 6 and walked back out the door. Yup, this is now up to 39.50.
To skating I go. And, oh, wait - a hockey game has appeared. No more sessions today? Guess I'll go home. Maybe to the market first. Catch a bus as it starts to rain. Good thing I have my new 5 lira umbrella. Well, we get to the station, I hop off the bus, open my umbrella and the handle completely separates from top! Too bad I bought a hoodie and not a rain coat. I dash off to the nearest covered area where a gentleman asks me what happened to my umbrella. Thank you very much, it appears to be broken (we have a lovely tense in Turkish for such appearances).
I wait until the rain lets up before I run to the taxi. A taxi from the bus station to my house is 5 lira. We're now up to 44.50 in unpreparedness money. As I'm in the taxi digging for my house keys, what happens to be sitting in the bottom of my bag but my umbrella.