I CAN'T BUY WHAT I WANT BECAUSE IT'S FREE
Hi everybody!
My mind is bonkers with stress and I am sick as a motha beepa, so sleep just doesn't seem to be happening tonight. I am waiting for ElimiDate to come on (if they still air that show).
Last night I was at class and we got out relatively early because teach didn't want to start the 6 hour movie we are going to watch about the Palestinians and Jews. I am looking forward to being educated about the whole debacle.
I digress...So I got out of class and visited the ladies room. What was sitting there on the bathroom counter but a big, fat, purse? And oh my goodness I had such a revelation! If you know the old Liz (ooooh I was stupid), you know I'd love to dig thru that purse and rape it for any goodies and just drop it back where I found it like nothing happened (except me getting instantly richer); but not this time. This time there was something inside of me that just knew how wrong that would be. I couldn't help but think:
"oh god, this lady is probably freaking out because she lost her ugly purse and doesn't want to drive home without a license and just wants to go to bed tonight, after tucking in her little angels, and not worry about having to cancel her credit cards or worry about not seeing a check she hadn't yet deposited from work yet."
Don't get me wrong, I think anyone who leaves their purse, especially one that gaudy, in a bathroom deserves the scare of thinking it is in the wrong hands. This lady got lucky this time though. I found the purse this time, and had no other desire than to return it to its rightful owner. I pulled out the wallet and license to look for a phone number and learned that licenses don't have phone numbers on them. I don't know why I thought they did? So, I did the only other thing I could think of and took the purse to the OUPD. Who did I hand the purse over to but a big, black cop? Now I am arguably not a racist, but the stereotype of blacks being stealers (not to be confused with 'Steelers' who are in the Super Bowl) got to me and I found it to be hilarious. It was funny, too, because he tripped over the phone chord when he was walking towards me. If anything in that purse is missing, rest assured it is with the black cop and not me.
**I owe a special thanks to Rohan because he is responsible for bringing these great actions out of me. We shared many a discussion about stealing before, and last night I saw all of his points so clearly.
Well, the only other thing I have to say tonight is that the TV show 'Scrubs' is absolutely hilarious and I am so depressed that it took me this long to discover it.
Oh! One more thing. I can't wait to wake up tomorrow morning to some of Mama's cinnamon delight. MmMmMmMm. So buttery on the tongue!
My mind is bonkers with stress and I am sick as a motha beepa, so sleep just doesn't seem to be happening tonight. I am waiting for ElimiDate to come on (if they still air that show).
Last night I was at class and we got out relatively early because teach didn't want to start the 6 hour movie we are going to watch about the Palestinians and Jews. I am looking forward to being educated about the whole debacle.
I digress...So I got out of class and visited the ladies room. What was sitting there on the bathroom counter but a big, fat, purse? And oh my goodness I had such a revelation! If you know the old Liz (ooooh I was stupid), you know I'd love to dig thru that purse and rape it for any goodies and just drop it back where I found it like nothing happened (except me getting instantly richer); but not this time. This time there was something inside of me that just knew how wrong that would be. I couldn't help but think:
"oh god, this lady is probably freaking out because she lost her ugly purse and doesn't want to drive home without a license and just wants to go to bed tonight, after tucking in her little angels, and not worry about having to cancel her credit cards or worry about not seeing a check she hadn't yet deposited from work yet."
Don't get me wrong, I think anyone who leaves their purse, especially one that gaudy, in a bathroom deserves the scare of thinking it is in the wrong hands. This lady got lucky this time though. I found the purse this time, and had no other desire than to return it to its rightful owner. I pulled out the wallet and license to look for a phone number and learned that licenses don't have phone numbers on them. I don't know why I thought they did? So, I did the only other thing I could think of and took the purse to the OUPD. Who did I hand the purse over to but a big, black cop? Now I am arguably not a racist, but the stereotype of blacks being stealers (not to be confused with 'Steelers' who are in the Super Bowl) got to me and I found it to be hilarious. It was funny, too, because he tripped over the phone chord when he was walking towards me. If anything in that purse is missing, rest assured it is with the black cop and not me.
**I owe a special thanks to Rohan because he is responsible for bringing these great actions out of me. We shared many a discussion about stealing before, and last night I saw all of his points so clearly.
Well, the only other thing I have to say tonight is that the TV show 'Scrubs' is absolutely hilarious and I am so depressed that it took me this long to discover it.
Oh! One more thing. I can't wait to wake up tomorrow morning to some of Mama's cinnamon delight. MmMmMmMm. So buttery on the tongue!