
Yesterday, as I was driving up into the gated parking lot of a medical facility, I was faced with a dilemma: from my position in the driverās seat, I was unable to reach the OPEN BUTTON. I stretched as far as I could, with no luck. Finally, I opened my door just a bit, reached out and successfully pushed the button. I closed my door, drove through the now open gate and went in search of a parking spot.
I found a spot quickly and, since we were early, my husband and I stayed in the car for a few minutes chatting. When I reached for my purse, my heart sank and I felt sick to my stomach. My purse wasnāt where I always keep it ā¦. tucked into the space between my seat and the driverās door. Iām sure you see where this is going. Yes, when I opened my car door to push the button which opens the security gate, I didnāt realize my purse had fallen out of the car!
Thank goodness I immediately figured out what happened and Bill took the short walk to the parking lot entrance to make sure my purse was still there. It was gone and when he returned empty handed, I almost pushed the panic button. Just like most women, my life is in my purse. Itās not big but inside was my cell phone, my wallet with my ID, driverās license, insurance cards, credit cards and cash. My car key, a pen, lip gloss and Advil are also inside the purse. Not a lot of things but very important things. In fact, some are vital.
I tried to stay calm as Bill went into the lobby of the building to check with the security guard at the front desk. Against all odds, he had my purse in a box beneath his desk; nothing was missing. Bill had to sign for it and when he brought my purse back to me in the parking lot, I thought I would cry with relief.
All this transpired in the course of 10 minutes. Incredible good fortune which could have gone south just as easily and I was reminded of the classic line by Blanche DuBois from āStreetcar Named Desireā about the kindness of strangers. Whoever the person was who found my purse and turned it in to the front desk, I thank them with my whole being. They saved my life today and if that sounds like a ridiculous exaggeration, just think about what it would be like piecing everything together and then try not to push the panic button.
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Oh, the horrors!!āI wouldn’t have thought of wedging it there, and am super happy for you that it was found unscathed, intact!
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Our lives are in our purses, right?? What a nightmare that could have been!
The only thing that counts is I got the purse back thanks to good, honest people!
Thanks, Dale!
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No kidding. I had mine stolen from the car (they broke into it) as we were hiking. Believe it or not, they took whatever and threw it out the window. Someone else found it and looked me up! Had his friend deliver it (where it was, was a 2-hour drive away). Sometimes, good things happen. There were missing a few things that fell out as it was tossed, unfortunately.
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Happy ending for you, too!
I hate having to carry a purse but I’m not the fanny pack type! I’ve cut down on the size of my bags from honkers to a good size wristlet. It gets the job done!
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Yes, indeed. (Too late to not have already cancelled everything, though. )
No, I hear ya. I’m always happy when I can just carry the necessary in my pockets.
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I have lost a few phones by setting them on top of my car. And wallets. I have a lanyard on my keys and I still manage to lose them. I need those tile trackers to stick on all my things.š
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It’s not usual for something like this to happen; I misplace eyeglasses or car keys but I’ve never lost a purse or a phone. This had a happy ending but while it was happening, I was a nervous wreck.
Thanks Melissa!
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I know the feeling.š Hope you have a great weekend!
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Thanks! You too!
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All’s well that ends well! Happy you got it back!
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So am I, KK! What a huge relief.
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A frantic 10 minutes..with a happy ending ….
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Seriously! My lucky day š
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I can’t imagine what those few minutes must have felt like!
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All I could think about was every bit of my life was in that bag!
Thank goodness for honest people!
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ā¤ā¤ There ARE a few folks out there who can restore our faith. Let’s add to their number! š·šš·
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Absolutely! I must say, my heart really sank when my husband came back empty handed the first time but I was filled with such relief and gratitude when he returned from the security desk with my purse. ā¤ļø
There are good people out there; it’s up to us to pay it forward!āā¢ā¢ā¢
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‘Zackly!!
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so happy you got it back! There are some really kind people in the world, I am so thankful that you have it now! X
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Thanks so much, CA! It was an enormous relief. Thanks for your good wishes.
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Youāre welcome Nancy, I really am happy there was a good ending to the story šš
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Hubby’s wallet fell out of his pocket in the hospital car park and we didn’t notice. We were inside for over an hour and a half before we discovered it was missing. He walked back to the car and it was under the front wheel in shadow, so nobody had seen it. He now ha a chain and clip to attach it to his inside coat zip.
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Good idea. I don’t use big bags; even empty they’re too heavy so a smaller bag is very easy and handy to slide between the car seat and the door. That’s the first time I opened the door without having first removed my bag.
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Yes, you need long arms to reach the buttons on those gates.
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Or have an umbrella handy!
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I love it when in the middle of panic with the world becoming a confusing tangle of vines that have to get sorted, in one split second, all is put right. āļø
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You got that right, D! Someone was looking out for me for sure!
Imagine all the phone calls, forms to fill out, buying a new phone (and setting it up!), lost cash and plastic, all my ID.
Besides …. I like that purse! š
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Thereās that too!
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You should probably find a new place for your purse. Blanche speaks to the doctor in Scene Eleven, form Blancheās final statement in the play. She perceives the doctor as the gentleman rescuer for whom she has been waiting since arriving in New Orleans. Blancheās final comment is ironic for two reasons. First, the doctor is not the chivalric Shep Huntleigh type of gentleman Blanche thinks he is. Second, Blancheās dependence āon the kindness of strangersā rather than on herself is the reason why she has not fared well in life. In truth, strangers have been kind only in exchange for sex. Otherwise, strangers like Stanley, Mitch, and the people of Laurel have denied Blanche the sympathy she deserves. Blancheās final remark indicates her total detachment from reality and her decision to see life only as she wishes to perceive it.
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After all these years, that’s the first time my purse has fallen out but finding a new place for it is a good idea.
Nice Streetcar synopsis; very accurate. Karl Malden was under-rated. His films like this one, On The Waterfront, Birdman of Alcatraz and the ones he did with Bette Davis are terrific.
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Phew! That was a close call, glad it all worked out.
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You and me both, Sweets!
Every link to the outside world was in that bag.
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Oh, thank goodness you found it. What relief.
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For sure! Talk about a nightmare getting things straightened out!
Thanks, Sadje.
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Yes, it is so difficult when we lose a purse and cards.
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My father used to say in situations like this, āYou got a flucky.ā What, you ask, is a āfluckyā? It was his way of saying āYou got off lucky,ā but the way he said it, it sounded like he was saying, āYou got a flucky.ā
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Great one!
I thought it was because I’m fucking lucky …. I like you dad’s way better! š
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