tanaise | (no subject)

So this morning I got up, showered, got dressed, looked for my keys and checked my coat pockets for my purse. Huh. Checked the couch for my purse. Checked my suitcase, and my backpack, and all the places that I'd unpacked stuff into for my purse. Checked the kitchen for my purse. Decided I'd probably hidden it someplace safe, and since I had cash, I could wait till after work to find it. It wasn't on my door handle (dropped in the hallway.) It wasn't in the lobby (dropped at the mailbox). It was hanging on the front door. Whee! It's a pretty purse--it's little and black with red cloth with a gold metalic design on the front. It was soaked and gritty--I must have dropped it getting out of the taxi the night before.

Now, see, much as I love the little purse, I had a bigger reason to worry about it's loss. I made it my portable purse--my bigger bag was agravating my neck, and I wanted to prove to myself that I could handle everything I needed to with a little bitty purse. So said little bitty purse had in it my credit card, my bank card (which is also a credit card), my metro card, my ID and my insurance card (which, yes, has my SS number on the back). So, basically that's about all anyone needs to do to set themselves up as me. But they were *all* in the bag. Now, this could just mean they were sneaky and copied down the numbers. But at least as far as matters now, I'm fine. which is unbelievably cool. People can be so nice sometimes.