My handbag.
My Golden Goddess Satchel –you know the heavy one that hurts my back but I love anyway–well it seems to be causing relationship trouble for me lately. It started two weeks ago when on the lightrail (Denver’s mass transit). I was standing there, hanging on to the bar with one hand and holding my book with the other. Meanwhile my cutie-doodie Satchel was neatly hanging from my shoulder. Right where it was supposed to be.
Well the problem comes into play because my boyfriend was having his snack–a granola bar. Strangely he has this very strong need to not touch or be touched while eating. Yeah, I know.
Anyhow, without even realizing it my bag was brushing up against his side. Not just for a moment but apparently for a full two stops. The fact that I didn’t notice (I was reading my favorite Eat, Pray, Love) only made matters worse.
He took the wrapper of the granola bar, which still contained all those little loose pieces of granola that are always there at the end of that snack, and shoved it into the front pocket of my bag. So now, I’ve been traveling around with a granola filled Satchel.
Revenge is on its way.
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