Near-tragedy
Today I left my purse at the ice cream shop, outside, on a table. As in, left. We drove off and I realized when we got out of the car that my purse was not with us. We, of course, raced back, but it wasn't on the table outside. The place had been empty when we were there, but it had filled up completely inside. now
I was already crest-fallen when I leaped out of the car, still moving, to check inside with the clerks. But two steps thru the parking lot, I was at an open car door and a large woman saying "You are not going through that purse!" So I peeked into the back seat of a stranger's car where two men had just opened my purse.
"Are you going through my purse?!" I asked, indignantly. They practically threw it out to me saying "We was just trying to find some ID so we could mail it back to you." The lady repeated "We were just looking for ID."
Yeah and I am Uma Thurman. "You want ID? I'll show you the ID," I said. I flipped right to the wallet, which they hadn't found (yay for a nonstandard purse), and shoved my ID at her. "This is me."
She said something like "Yeah, ok" and I said "Thank you." Then the adrenaline rush got bad and I continued saying "Thank you so much!" until B came into sight. I practically ran back to him, having surreptitiously verified that my phone was still in the purse. Screw the credit cards, ID or cash, I came about 27 seconds away from losing my iPhone.
I shook the entire drive home and kept replaying the confrontation in my head. Seriously, I was ready to leap into a stranger's car and bust two guys' asses wise open. It's a good thing my mom's influence makes me oh so polite when I'm ready to kill.
I was already crest-fallen when I leaped out of the car, still moving, to check inside with the clerks. But two steps thru the parking lot, I was at an open car door and a large woman saying "You are not going through that purse!" So I peeked into the back seat of a stranger's car where two men had just opened my purse.
"Are you going through my purse?!" I asked, indignantly. They practically threw it out to me saying "We was just trying to find some ID so we could mail it back to you." The lady repeated "We were just looking for ID."
Yeah and I am Uma Thurman. "You want ID? I'll show you the ID," I said. I flipped right to the wallet, which they hadn't found (yay for a nonstandard purse), and shoved my ID at her. "This is me."
She said something like "Yeah, ok" and I said "Thank you." Then the adrenaline rush got bad and I continued saying "Thank you so much!" until B came into sight. I practically ran back to him, having surreptitiously verified that my phone was still in the purse. Screw the credit cards, ID or cash, I came about 27 seconds away from losing my iPhone.
I shook the entire drive home and kept replaying the confrontation in my head. Seriously, I was ready to leap into a stranger's car and bust two guys' asses wise open. It's a good thing my mom's influence makes me oh so polite when I'm ready to kill.