Part of that was coming home from work one evening and finding that Pete was waiting for me to take him to the hospital in Woodville per doctor's orders. He had gone to see her with a really bad chest cold that day. She wanted him to go and have a chest x-ray for two reasons: to confirm whether it was bronchitis and because the electrocardiogram they did in the office that day looked a little different from his last one. So, me, him and the Bug load up and take off. They saw no problems other than he did have bronchitis. As we started to leave it was after 11:00 pm in a small Texas town. I asked the nurse at the nurse's station where a person could still get something to eat. She said Jack-in-the-Box on the corner.
We pull into a vacant looking Jack only to be told by a boy as we were about to disembark that only the drive through was open. Oh, yuck. I had so wanted to sit down comfortably and eat. But we proceeded to the drive through order sign. The young man on the speaker was having a very hard time understanding what we were wanting. We thought he finally had it straight, but then proceeded to tell us our order was over $20. That was our first clue something was wrong.
They had supersized everything! Pete passed me my huge soft drink. Which I stuck between my legs in the seat, up close to me. Then I was passed my giant fries, that I placed in front of the drink toward my knees. Last, he passed my entree. As I was opening it, I felt my fries starting to slip out of my legs. Of course I didn't want them to nose dive into a filthy floorboard, so I instinctively clamped my legs together tighter.....OH, NO!!! My lap was instantly flooded with over 64 ounces of icy cold beverage!!!! WOW! There was one little hand towel in the car somewhere that I put in the seat after I threw the door open, wiped out all the ice I could. Then I had to make the 45 minute ride home wet and cold like that.
Well, the next day, at work, I realized that my purse which had been under my legs in the floor board at the time of my accident, was wet all down inside. Everything was soaked! Lovely. Needless to say, I had to do a full overhaul on my purse and it's contents. Blow dried the insides. Now, I'm sporting a lighter loaded purse than I have in years!
So, here's my newer lighter content inventory:
Pocket full of bankcards, gifts cards, business cards.
Wallet with drivers license, video club cards, calendar, list of EOM dates for work.
Change purse with a few bills and change.
A couple of pens and a tire gauge.
Feminine products.
Hair brush.
Check stub.
Letter from school counselor saying Hannah qualifies for Duke's TIP program!
Two koozies from work for canned drinks.
The electronic gate pass for work and the keys I sometimes need there.
So all's well that ends well. Now I have a neater, lighter purse. Who knows how long I would have put off cleaning it out if the soda hadn't forced me to.
Borrowing a phrase from a dear departed Sister in Christ of mine, "Be blessed and be a blessing."
Barbara
