My Saturday morning started out so well. I pulled out my bin of summer clothes, and found a couple of nice skirts I had forgotten I had. I really needed a couple of new tops to match them. One in gray and one cream. Off to the Thrift Outlet that is just down the street to see what I could find.
In and out of the dressing room trying on tops and finally deciding on a nice grey one with sparkles, a plain cream one and a bonus turquoise one to wear with pants.
Paid for my purchases and went to my car. Reached in the zipper pocket where I keep my keys. NO keys. No problem, I'm always sticking them in the wrong pocket. Searched every zipper pocket, no keys. Looked through the whole purse, no keys. I had dropped my purse getting into the dressing room, so thought maybe they fell out.
Back in the store, ask if anyone had turned in any keys. No. checked the dressing room, no. Went down every row looking, nada.
I could feel the panic starting in the pit of my stomach, and then moving up to my head. Where are my keys???? I know I put them in my purse!!!
There was a large round table at the front of the store so I very carefully took everything out of my purse, pocket by pocket until the purse was completely empty. I really didn't want to call my dearest and have him come and get me and know my keys to the car, house, pool, etc. were on that ring.
Just then I notice a rip in the lining of the top pocket, and down deep, very deep in the bottom of the pocket, at the bottom of the purse, were my keys!!! Sigh*****
It's a terrible feeling to lose something, but when you KNOW you put those keys in your purse a few minutes before, and they completely disappear...that's a real feeling of panic.
We've all felt it, but I hope I don't have to feel it again for a long, long time. Guess who is sewing up that lining good and tight?