Monday, January 17, 2005
I once was lost . . .
. . . but now I'm found
As I was getting ready to go home this afternoon, I realized that I couldn't find my purse. As I retraced my steps, I realized that the last time that I remembered having my purse was, when we went to lunch this afternoon, at Chipotle. Hoping that I hadn't left it at Chipotle, I scoured the church trying to find it. On our way home (because we told our babysitter we'd be back by 5:00 pm. and it was about 5:02 p.m.) we stopped at Chipotle and I asked them if they had found a purse. But, since most of the people working didn't understand English they went and got the manager. The manager said he hadn't seen it.
So, we headed home, just in time to open the door and hear Luke crying. As we venture into the house we open the door to the bathroom to find our babysitter and her friend holding a bloodstained towel to his forehead. Angie (the sitter) says, um, Luke just jumped off his bed and cracked his head open. (don't freak out it wasn't really cracked open) But, upon hearing the words I cower in the hallway and send John in to see what's up. Luckily he just has a decent size gash in his forhead, but your head bleeds a ton and we weren't sure how bad it was until we got it all cleaned up. Well, once we got that situation under control . . .
I went back up to church to hopefully find my purse. No luck.
I return home, and call Chipotle to let them know that if they happen to find a purse, I'd like to give them my information so they can call me. My conversation goes something like this.
me: "hi, i know I was just in and you said you didn't find a purse, but just in case you happen to find it, can I leave my information."
them: "yeah, sure"
me: "My name is Shannon Wentz. W-E-N-T-Z and my number is ---/----.
them: "ok, what color is the purse"
me: "it's black, with one strap."
them: "ok"
me: "And the only two things in the purse are my wallet and a bible." snicker, snicker "Maybe whoever took it will look inside and feel guilty and return it."
them: "oh, wait. here it is. i know you were just here and i said we didn't have it, it must have been buried under a bunch of stuff."
me: "I'll be right there"
What do you make of that?
As I was getting ready to go home this afternoon, I realized that I couldn't find my purse. As I retraced my steps, I realized that the last time that I remembered having my purse was, when we went to lunch this afternoon, at Chipotle. Hoping that I hadn't left it at Chipotle, I scoured the church trying to find it. On our way home (because we told our babysitter we'd be back by 5:00 pm. and it was about 5:02 p.m.) we stopped at Chipotle and I asked them if they had found a purse. But, since most of the people working didn't understand English they went and got the manager. The manager said he hadn't seen it.
So, we headed home, just in time to open the door and hear Luke crying. As we venture into the house we open the door to the bathroom to find our babysitter and her friend holding a bloodstained towel to his forehead. Angie (the sitter) says, um, Luke just jumped off his bed and cracked his head open. (don't freak out it wasn't really cracked open) But, upon hearing the words I cower in the hallway and send John in to see what's up. Luckily he just has a decent size gash in his forhead, but your head bleeds a ton and we weren't sure how bad it was until we got it all cleaned up. Well, once we got that situation under control . . .
I went back up to church to hopefully find my purse. No luck.
I return home, and call Chipotle to let them know that if they happen to find a purse, I'd like to give them my information so they can call me. My conversation goes something like this.
me: "hi, i know I was just in and you said you didn't find a purse, but just in case you happen to find it, can I leave my information."
them: "yeah, sure"
me: "My name is Shannon Wentz. W-E-N-T-Z and my number is ---/----.
them: "ok, what color is the purse"
me: "it's black, with one strap."
them: "ok"
me: "And the only two things in the purse are my wallet and a bible." snicker, snicker "Maybe whoever took it will look inside and feel guilty and return it."
them: "oh, wait. here it is. i know you were just here and i said we didn't have it, it must have been buried under a bunch of stuff."
me: "I'll be right there"
What do you make of that?
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Hey! So glad you found your purse. I think whoever you were talking to took the hint. That was a nice touch.
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