The Purse

Stupid Blonde. Today, I was doing some Christmas shopping and I had my arms loaded with stuff. I wanted to try on some jackets, so I set everything down. (The jackets weren't for me, OKAY?)

When I was done, I loaded my arms back up and went to the checkstand. The line was long and when I finally got to the front of the line, I realized that my purse was missing. A shot of fear raced through me. I figured that I forgot to pick it back up after trying on the jackets.

I went back to the jacket section and it wasn't there. Trying not to panic, I started re-tracing my steps through the store. It was gone.

My primary concern was how I was going to get home. The store was not within walking distance and even if I knew how to get home by bus, I had no money. I didn't want to call my parents, because grown women shouldn't be doing that and my friends were at work.

I went to the front desk and asked if they had a lost and found. They had one, but no purses were in it. They suggested that I look in the trash can in the bathroom. I didn't know where it was, so one of the employees started to take me there when we ran into the store manager. Hearing my story, she looked down and asked me if that was my purse. It was resting on a big box of shoes. I forgot that I had been trying on shoes and had set my purse down. (Okay, the shoes were for me.)

Driving home it occurred to me that I have a car key hidden on the outside of the car for such blonde moments. But the problem with that is I have to remember that there is a hidden key. For a stupid blonde like me that is too much to expect.