The morning was going well. I was up early and dealing with issue of an uncooperative internet. Before 11 am. I had gotten back online, made arrangements for a roaming package for my phone while I am in Europe, done two loads of laundry, made several work related phone calls, called to reorder a prescription and eaten breakfast. I was feeling kind of cocky. Ooops.
At 11:30 I loaded myself into my car and headed downtown. I had an appointment with my hair stylist to give me one more remedial lesson in how to make my new hair cut look like I have never run a brush through it. Thirty minutes later I was at the front desk looking trendy and young with a head full of messy curls. I reached into my purse to pull out my wallet and pay for the experience and one product to make the curls curl, no wallet. As big as my purse is the red wallet stands out. I looked at Sarah with horror. "I left my wallet at home." "No problem," says she. "I will put it on your account." Phew.
I immediately returned home to make sure that my wallet was indeed where I thought was. Thankfully it sitting very nicely on the bar chair at the kitchen counter, just waiting for my return. I picked it up, put it back where it belongs and headed out the door again.
The winter has caused me to put on a few extra pounds. It was the weather, not the chocolate and potato chips, that made my hips and belly rounder. This change in shape means my clothes do not fit well. Since I am off to France for a month in just over two weeks, I need clothes.
My destination was the mall. It was my lucky day. My favorite store had 40% off sale on everything. Woo hoo! I loaded up on pants and tee shirts. With my loot in hand, I wandered further afield. The next stop yielded two more necessities and a surprise.
I had taken my potential purchases to the fitting to see if they did fit. Two of the four did. Great! I went to leave the dressing room and discovered to my surprise the door was locked. Fiddle, fiddle, bang.
"Helloooo. Anybody there?" Some poor soul answered and said she would go get the fitting room person. "Oh, dear. I will go get the manager," she said when she arrived. I sat down. No way could I fit under the door. What would they do? Call the fire department? Hunky men was appealing, having to be rescued not so much. I stood up and went back to the lock. Fiddle, fiddle, success! The door opened and I was free! Good thing, because the manager said she didn't know what to do and the fire department might have been an option. Good grief!
Some days the surprises are quite something! Thank goodness it didn't involve men in uniform today.
At 11:30 I loaded myself into my car and headed downtown. I had an appointment with my hair stylist to give me one more remedial lesson in how to make my new hair cut look like I have never run a brush through it. Thirty minutes later I was at the front desk looking trendy and young with a head full of messy curls. I reached into my purse to pull out my wallet and pay for the experience and one product to make the curls curl, no wallet. As big as my purse is the red wallet stands out. I looked at Sarah with horror. "I left my wallet at home." "No problem," says she. "I will put it on your account." Phew.
I immediately returned home to make sure that my wallet was indeed where I thought was. Thankfully it sitting very nicely on the bar chair at the kitchen counter, just waiting for my return. I picked it up, put it back where it belongs and headed out the door again.
The winter has caused me to put on a few extra pounds. It was the weather, not the chocolate and potato chips, that made my hips and belly rounder. This change in shape means my clothes do not fit well. Since I am off to France for a month in just over two weeks, I need clothes.
My destination was the mall. It was my lucky day. My favorite store had 40% off sale on everything. Woo hoo! I loaded up on pants and tee shirts. With my loot in hand, I wandered further afield. The next stop yielded two more necessities and a surprise.
I had taken my potential purchases to the fitting to see if they did fit. Two of the four did. Great! I went to leave the dressing room and discovered to my surprise the door was locked. Fiddle, fiddle, bang.
"Helloooo. Anybody there?" Some poor soul answered and said she would go get the fitting room person. "Oh, dear. I will go get the manager," she said when she arrived. I sat down. No way could I fit under the door. What would they do? Call the fire department? Hunky men was appealing, having to be rescued not so much. I stood up and went back to the lock. Fiddle, fiddle, success! The door opened and I was free! Good thing, because the manager said she didn't know what to do and the fire department might have been an option. Good grief!
Some days the surprises are quite something! Thank goodness it didn't involve men in uniform today.
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