YOWZA! I HOPE SOMEONE THAT CARING IS AROUND WHEN I START LOSING IT!
When the busboy brought the dark brown leather Burberry purse to the front desk of the steakhouse, where I worked as a hostess, we scoffed. What kind of person forgets their purse at a restaurant, we wondered. An expensive purse, at that. We figured she must be some rich housewife, who doesn’t really care too much about her belongings. I didn’t care to reflect on the instances in which I left my purse on the bus, or in a lecture hall, or at home so many times. I’m certainly not rich.
When I went into work three days later and the Burberry purse was still in the front hall closet’s lost and found area, I frowned. How could this person not have returned looking for her purse? I looked inside for a wallet to contact the owner, but there was no driver’s license, no credit card, only an unnamed debit…
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