Monday, October 23, 2006
Wow, honest people still exist
I have a category called “I am such a dolt.” What I did yesterday exemplifies exactly why I have a category just for all the stupid things I do. It’s not just the simple walking into walls or forgetting where I left my sunglasses. Oh no, it went way beyond that. It went past “dolt” and into the realm of “complete idiot”. Yes folks, I left my purse in the shopping cart. (To clarify, I don’t like calling it a purse. I hate purses. It’s actually a hiking waist-pack from REI that I use to keep all my crap in. But for simplicity’s sake, we’ll call it a purse.)
J knows exactly how this feels. You go home feeling like the biggest dumbshit in the world. I pushed that cart back to the store, how the hell did I miss my ugly blue bag sitting there in the seat?? Who knows, even my sweety thought the cart was empty when we left.
I didn’t notice it was missing until about 8:30pm that evening. I searched in all the usual places, and then in all the unusual places around the house and in my car. It was nowhere to be found. I even looked in the frickin’ fridge for crying out loud. Just in case. You never know. Damn thing wasn’t in there. I started thinking about everything that was in there. The worst part was both my phone and my sweety’s phone were in it. So we were at the house with no phone (because we have no land line). I drove back to the store on the off-chance that someone turned it in to the store. No such luck.
I figured all was lost. This morning when I got to the office I cancelled the credit cards and checked online to see if any calls had been made from my phone. There were two, both numbers from my speed dial list. Could it be that someone was trying to contact me about my bag? I called the number. Imagine my surprise when this old man answered and said he was trying to get the bag back to me! We’re going to meet up later at the parking lot where I left bag in the first place.
This is wonderful because now I don’t have to replace everything (except the cards I cancelled.) The funny thing is my sweety was all happy that I was going to have to replace that ratty 5-year-old bag with a new one. Even funnier is she’s going to be peeved that I get my even rattier 7-year-old wallet back! Thank you, Mr. Good Samaritan, for not being a selfish, incosiderate hooligan. It’s nice to know there are other honest people out there besides me.
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