I was looking for a certain not-new item, so I stopped at The Store of Not-New...
...aka Goodwill. I searched high, I searched low, & I searched some more. I watched a man pick his nose & wipe it on an article of clothing hanging on a rack. I watched a woman talk to her shopping cart.
|"Do these people know|
I can see them?"
But I persevered & managed to overlook all of that & I found the particular not-new item. I went to check out. Apparently the odd people-ness wasn't to stop at the shoppers, like I had just assumed it would. Bummer.
After the checkout lady gave me my total, I reached into my purse for a form of payment. As I'm looking down at my purse, pulling money out of my purse, I see a hand reach toward my purse. My lovely, beloved, Dooney & Bourke purse that I got for Christmas because I was such a good girl in 2012.
|This purse. This lovely, perfect purse.|
This hand didn't stop short of my beloved purse. No, it petted my purse. As I'm looking down, I see a hand petting my purse.
|"What is going on here?"|
I paused with my hand hovering above my beloved purse. I looked at that hand petting my purse.
I contemplated what to do next.
|"What exactly are |
my options here?"
I wasn't quite sure what to do next so I slowly looked up at the check out lady.
|"Are you petting my purse?"|
The checkout lady said, "I just love plastic purses!"
|"Did you call my|
leather purse plastic?"