Yesterday was a hub of activity at the SWM's estate. Bikers all over the place for the British Motorcyle Association of Colorado sale as per the terms of the will. More about that tomorrow, but I have got to tell you this part first. Remember when I left my purse in the shopping cart at Walmart just a couple weeks ago? And remember how I got it back just like I left it? Well, listen up.
This is a lady from St. Louis. She went to our local Walgreen's right over there on 4th and Abriendo to buy pop and something else, I forget what. Later in the day, she was going with Libby some where and she looked for her purse. Then WE looked for her purse and very soon came the sinking realization that it was not in our vicinity. So she and dear hubby lept in the pickup and off to the local Walgreen.
You guessed it! There it was. Two ladies had found it in the parking lot in the cart and brought it and turned it in to the clerk who locked it up until someone came to claim it. Now, I ask you, what does this say about our fair city? I say it speaks volumes about the caliber of people that we never meet. I know that sinking sensation when I reach for something and it is not there. Can you imagine how this would feel to a woman a thousand miles from home?
Now granted a woman's purse is one of those items that has been known to strike fear in the heart of more than one man. Like my late SWM.
"Do you have a pen?"
"Sure. Get one out of my purse!"
Fear in the eyes. "That purse?"
"Yeah."
"You mean open it up?"
"Yeah, just reach in there!"
"You mean with my hand?"
"Well, yeah, unless you have a better solution as to how to get it out."
"So, I have to open it up?"
"I thought we had established that."
"I have to touch it?"
I found it was much easier and a whole lot quicker to just pop it open and get the pen myself. And yet I see movies where "purse snatchers" grab a purse right off a woman's shoulder and run away with it. They apparently were raised in a different era than most of the men I know. Or they are drug crazed maniacs. Or they have never been in the wonderland of a woman's purse! Where I came from no self respecting man would ever touch a woman's purse for any reason what so ever.
Oh, dear, I see I have once more digressed from my message. This old age is about to be more than I can keep up with. Seems I spend half of my time getting something and the other half wondering where I put it after I got it. No wonder I leave things in the shopping cart, but dear Liz, what is your reason? LOL
So back to the honesty in parking lots. Maybe it is just easier to be honest if no one is looking. Or maybe I have just been a pessimist all along. What ever, my hat is off to Jeffery at the south side Walmart and the two ladies at the Abriendo Walgreen. I am proud to salute you, who ever you are!
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This is a lady from St. Louis. She went to our local Walgreen's right over there on 4th and Abriendo to buy pop and something else, I forget what. Later in the day, she was going with Libby some where and she looked for her purse. Then WE looked for her purse and very soon came the sinking realization that it was not in our vicinity. So she and dear hubby lept in the pickup and off to the local Walgreen.
You guessed it! There it was. Two ladies had found it in the parking lot in the cart and brought it and turned it in to the clerk who locked it up until someone came to claim it. Now, I ask you, what does this say about our fair city? I say it speaks volumes about the caliber of people that we never meet. I know that sinking sensation when I reach for something and it is not there. Can you imagine how this would feel to a woman a thousand miles from home?
Now granted a woman's purse is one of those items that has been known to strike fear in the heart of more than one man. Like my late SWM.
"Do you have a pen?"
"Sure. Get one out of my purse!"
Fear in the eyes. "That purse?"
"Yeah."
"You mean open it up?"
"Yeah, just reach in there!"
"You mean with my hand?"
"Well, yeah, unless you have a better solution as to how to get it out."
"So, I have to open it up?"
"I thought we had established that."
"I have to touch it?"
I found it was much easier and a whole lot quicker to just pop it open and get the pen myself. And yet I see movies where "purse snatchers" grab a purse right off a woman's shoulder and run away with it. They apparently were raised in a different era than most of the men I know. Or they are drug crazed maniacs. Or they have never been in the wonderland of a woman's purse! Where I came from no self respecting man would ever touch a woman's purse for any reason what so ever.
Oh, dear, I see I have once more digressed from my message. This old age is about to be more than I can keep up with. Seems I spend half of my time getting something and the other half wondering where I put it after I got it. No wonder I leave things in the shopping cart, but dear Liz, what is your reason? LOL
So back to the honesty in parking lots. Maybe it is just easier to be honest if no one is looking. Or maybe I have just been a pessimist all along. What ever, my hat is off to Jeffery at the south side Walmart and the two ladies at the Abriendo Walgreen. I am proud to salute you, who ever you are!
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