My last post was about chivalry. I was feeling particularly chivalrous the night my well famed friend Marlene dropped in for a brief visit on her way to a party. The poor woman got to my door and the strap broke on her purse. This of course resulted in a cascade of essentials torrenting down the steps. Her version of necessity and mine vary but I must admit to a touch of amazement at what is revealed when such things happen. All the usual were present. Lipstick, compact, cigarettes, 5 lighters (none of which are locatable when she needs them), address book, pens, keys, kleenex, ladies necessary products, some random candies and gum, condoms (ah hah!), etc. Then there are the amusing contents. Half an extension cord, dog collar, one sock, bon bon dish, paint chips (used for phone numbers), a remote control, a foam boob, my tie clip (?). No military toasters that I noticed though.
Fortunately I had the solution since the disintigrating purse she carried was obviously not repairable. It was disreputable to say the least and I think irreprable would be a good descripition. At Christmas a friend had blassed me with a man purse. Now I wasnt being particularly chivalrous in offering it to her. I hated the thing. Unlike Natalies dad it was just not my style. I may be a little flamming (well maybe more than a little, it depends on the smoke and mirrors to some extent). But a man purse just disturbs my sensibilities so I was looking for a practical use for it. What could be more practical than the gentlemanly offer of replacing the moth ravaged sack Marlene was carrying?
She loved it. She was delighted with it. She repacked her treasures and off she went to the party. Now, unlike Kyle, Marlene would never take medication and drink. She has a firm policy. Scrap the meds and depend on the bottle to sufficiently numb any pain. For that matter consume enough to effectively numb the brain and render it useless. After several hours and gawd knows how many drinks the party was waning. AS everyone prepared to leave Marlene began to panic. Her purse was no where to be found!
Every one but Marlene was gone and her purse was not there. Her host brought out the one remaining purse in the closet. Marlene shook her head ruefully and in tears: "Thats not mine. Someone stole my purse!" Sobbing a wailing ensued. Her host thought perhaps if they checked inside the purse he was offering they might discover the person who had inadvertently wandered off with Marlenes. As the contents cascade out ( yes you got it.....the keys, the boob, the extension cord........). Marlene stared in amazement: "Thats not my purse but thats my stuff!" See what I mean a man purse can lead to no good!



