|Flagler Beach, Florida|
I took my son to the Social Security Office with me. I drug him along to the DMV and the clerk sympathized with him saying, "He looks like he is really sorry." No sympathy here, I had no money to pay anybody for the new ID I had to buy and no debit cards to get cash from my bank. I had no cash for gas to drive around to these places. I had to borrow money from my boyfriend. I said, "He should be." As I told him EVERY TIME HE took the car. Remember to lock it. I even said on this particular day, I should call him because I didn't remind him to lock the car this one time... and I left my purse in the car. Then I thought, he's twenty years old and I tell him EVERYTIME, so I'll trust him this one time. SHOULDN'T HAVE.
So the point of this is I KNOW what that's like, so seeing this purse, I thought I'd try to find the owner, call them and they could come and pick it up. NO phone number in there. Drivers license, 6 credit cards, $53 cash, check book with unused checks (address available but again no phone number). I called the owner's State Farm Insurance agent, got his cell phone number, left a voice mail. Called the Roadside Assistance number in her purse and thought I could have them call her, they couldn't track it down by her plan number, they needed her VIN (Vehicle Identification Number). Called one of her bank cards, they said the only thing they could do was shut down her cards. I politely declined knowing what this is like. I still can't pay my old bills online anymore. I had to recreate brand new IDs and passwords to pay them due to being a theft victim. It was impossible to get her number in a short period of time....one last thing to do. Plug her address into Onstar and drive to her house. So I did just that...She lived over 20 miles away.
As I returned to put the purse in the mailbox, the door opened and two dogs that came up to my hips jumped past her and the "puppy" promptly started sniffing me and then stuck his nose up my butt LITERALLY. Wow!~ That was the first time I was rewarded in THAT manner. I was so shocked that I simply said the first thing that came to my head..."He just stuck his nose up my ass$%@*!" So the vision of sugarplums that were dancing in my head of how great this reunion of a lady and her purse would be...were muffled. http://www.dogtrainingblogger.com/stop-sniffing-my-crotch.html
I remember once being told that a man should NEVER EVER, even if directed, NEVER EVER look in a woman's purse. Always bring the purse to HER and let HER look through it. I hope she will forgive me for looking through her purse to try to find some phone number to reach her. As I have forgiven her for not being able to control her "puppy."
I learned from being on the "other" end of finding a purse, that your checks should have your phone number on them, or at least somewhere a phone number on an Emergency Contact Card. And NEVER EVER ANSWER THE DOOR IF YOU CAN'T CONTROL YOUR PUPPIES. I have to laugh and remember what the Brits said during World War II...Keep Calm and Carry On. I have and I Shall. What a beautiful sunrise this morning...I'm ALIVE!!! I didn't need the hidden purse to show me this, it was there all the time like the purse hidden from the sunlight. I just have to remember I'm ALIVE daily and be better for it. Ohhh and the reward???? As I've blogged about previously...the reward is in the good deed and the feeling that comes from it. This is the highest reward...thought I'd shed some light...it was there all the time...but it may have been a little dark.