The purse strap was draped over the back of the restaurant chair. My family was at the table, so I felt safe to get up and move about sans sac à main. It was a country restaurant, where you go up to the counter to order your plate of food. The food looked amazing (translate: fattening). When I went to sit back down, the family was gone and so was my purse. I was alone, with my plate of food, no way to pay for it, and I began to stress out.
I looked in my car, I searched the restaurant (including bathroom), and especially under the table where we had sat. I finally asked for help from the restaurant employees and one nice lady brought me into the back kitchen where they stored their lost & found bin. It was the size of a car! It was full of purses, blankets, toys, papers, etc. It was daunting just to weed through it looking for anything in particular. She held up one white purse after another but it was never the right one.
By this time I was late for everything. I had missed getting my son to school, I had missed getting to work on time, I was basically missing in general since no one knew where I was now. One helpful employee held up a white purse with a price tag of $9 on it -- since eventually they sold their unclaimed lost & found items. I tried to be nice in my response, but these people were not understanding that I couldn't care less about the actual purse -- it could have been a trash bag for all I cared -- I just needed the contents. I needed my driver's license, and my credit cards, and my cash! Who cares about the loss of the purse itself!
I never found it. Nor did I get to eat the yummy-looking food.
