First off, really? Only one comment on the news about Japan???? Where are my faithful readers? Hmmph.
So this story is completely embarassing. I swear I am not evil! I just have a lot going on right now. Do you think the cops would buy that story? Probably not.
We had friends in town for the weekend and had a great time going to D.C. to see the cherry blossoms. The weekend was topped off by pedicures for Kristi and I on Sunday morning. After that, she and her husband Ryan and son Ethan left to drive back to North Carolina, and I went to the commissary.
Everything was fine until I got to the frozen food section, which is almost at the end of the always-lovely commissary shopping experience. I get to the second-to-last aisle and stop to get something a couple freezers back. I retrieve (what I thought to be) my cart and round the corner and head to the next (last) aisle. Then I look down. And realize that instead of my red Coach purse, I am now in possession of a large, lime green alligator-skin looking bag. CRAP!
I pretty much freaked out. I was so confused! I honestly couldn't figure out where my purse was or how I was suddenly pushing someone else's cart! I immediately looked around but couldn't see my purse, or anyone looking for their own purse, either. So I ran back to the other aisle and saw my actual cart sitting there with my actual purse in it. I retrieve it and head back to the other aisle.
As I'm walking back I see/hear this woman screaming at her 3 children by the checkout lanes. It was a, "I-left-you-alone-for-2-minutes-and-you-lost-my-purse"-type scream. Uh-oh.
And then I heard, "Attention Commissary shoppers: If anyone has seen a lime-green purse, please turn it in at the customer service desk. I repeat: If anyone has seen a lime-green purse, please turn it in at the customer service desk." come over the store intercom.
DOUBLE CRAP!
I considered approaching the people to tell them about my mistake, but I'm not going to lie. The lady was large. And mean looking. And very upset. Luckily, the kid started heading my way and eventually saw his mom's cart and purse, and exclaimed, "there you are!"
Just as I started feeling relieved that the purse I had temporarily "relocated" and its owner had been reunited, however, the message repeated over the intercom. I was COMPLETELY MORTIFIED. I could not believe that I had just stolen someone's purse! Even if it was an accident. It was horrible!
I still am not quite sure how this actually happened. Obviously I just wasn't paying attention. I keep thinking that they are going to review the store videotape and figure out it was me and send the MP's to arrest me! I guess I am now (unofficially) a criminal. Ee gads!
On a side note: Is it a coincidence that a good chunk of the stories I post on my blog have to do with the commissary???
2 comments:
Wow! Doesn't sound like there was much of a time lapse between the missing purse and the overhead announcement! That lady was hot on your trail! I especially like her kid's comment. The commissary is a magical place....
Megan,
I'm sure this is an old joke to a seasoned military spouse like yourself, but I often refer to the commissary as the comm-misery, just so Kyle will understand the feeling of shear and utter misery I experience when I do our grocery shopping.
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