We are having some friends for dinner tomorrow night (no, I won’t be dressed). Claire hasn’t been out for a week or two, so she thought she would go out this morning to do the shopping. (I love grocery shopping en femme!) Everything was fine – several “How are you ma’am’s”, and some chitchat with other ladies. Now I had put my purse in the little tray in the shopping cart, as I have done before. Got to the self checkout counter, did the scans, got out my credit card, fine. Took the cart out to the parking lot, put the groceries in the car and returned the cart to the cart return place in the lot. Then I got home .. and OMIGOD! WHERE IS MY PURSE?? Uh-oh, I must have left it in the cart!
I drove back to the store (at an unlady-like pace…) and there was the cart in the lot … but no purse! So I went inside, and my first thought was to check at the self-checkout stands. I asked the lady in charge there if she had seen a purse .. no, she hadn’t. Now what?? Well, I look at the next aisle … and there it was!! Both the checkout lady and the lady in charge of the self-checkout area had seen me before and probably recognized me, at least as a previous customer, “There it is!” I cried. Checkout lady: “Are you ever lucky! Someone saw it in the lot and brought it in.” Well, my hand went to my breast, I gave a huge sigh and said “Thank you SO much!” Well, there was another lady at the self-checkout and she said “You know, the same thing happened to me!” All I could do was look very relieved and wish all of the ladies a great day.
So .. lesson learned. Remember to check for your purse, girl! Things my mother never taught me since she didn’t raise a daughter. Now I’ll have a laugh with those ladies the next time I shop there … I’ll bet they will remember me. “Yes, I WILL remember my purse!”
May others also have good luck today!