I was on my way out the door to go walking in the mall this morning, butI couldn’t find my purse. Typical. I’m in a panic over my pocketbook at least three times a week. No matter how hard I try to keep it one memorable place, that just never seems to happen.
Because I am a creative individual I seem to invent a new place to set it down every time I walk into the house: kitchen counter, dining room table, chair, desk, even the cutting table. I’ve found my purse on top of my sewing machine, on the back of the bathroom door, on the peg behind my coat, and back in the car. It’s always somewhere. Except the time in 7th grade when I left it in Home Room on the back of my chair.
This morning it wasn’t anywhere. I looked all over the house. No purse. Oh-oh…
I remember hanging my purse on the back of the chair at one of the “tall” tables at Subway yesterday at lunch. That’s not good.
I must have walked out without it. It’s gone now. How could I have been so stupid?! Kiss the cash good-bye and start canceling the credit cards.
I’ll admit it. I thought the worst.
Still, I kept looking. As soon as Subway opened I called to see if my purse was turned in. No it wasn’t. “Wait,” she said, “is it a tan and black Eagle Creek wallet on a string?” YES!!
I’m sure my little purse passed through many hands before it got back to me this morning. Each person who touched it made a decision. It would have been so easy to take advantage of the situation. I expected that. And yet, no one did. How happy I am that I was wrong!
The cash, the credit cards, and my overpriced lipstick were still there. So was my driver’s license with my deer-in-the-headlights picture, my proof of insurance, registration to the car, and the gift card to Starbucks (minus the price for a hot chocolate at the airport). The crumpled receipts, mini quilt templates, nail file, dental floss, 12 loyalty cards, and the seven TicTacs (paradise mint flavor) rattling around in the cute little plastic container were all just where I’d left them.
These aren’t the best of times here in Flint. Life isn’t easy; many people are doing without. And nobody’s getting rich working at Subway. But, in the face of temptation, I saw honesty and integrity in a Subway shop in Flint, Michigan. I am so grateful.
To the stranger who found my purse and turned it in, to the employees at Subway who kept it safe, and to anyone who has done the same: Thank you! I appreciate it very, very much!
And, for the forseeable future I’m going to wear my purse around my neck. 24/7.