As promised (in this post, specifically in the caption of this photo), I will share with you how I met the previous owner of the purse I bought at Goodwill.
However, before we get to that, I need to share something else with you. I feel like social situations have three main ways that they can go down. One way is the normal way; you know, the way pretty much everyone ever handles average everyday situations. Another way is super unnecessarily dramatically; for example, how every situation occurs in R. Kelly's Hip-Hopera "Trapped in the Closet" (Here is chapter 1 of 24... and it is not even finished, yet. He wants to add more. I once saw all the parts one weekend during my freshman year of college. Here's what I remember: any situation is worthy of bringing out a gun, everything is escalated WAY TOO QUICKLY (hence, always pulling out a gun), and a little person jumps out from a cabinet and that actually made more sense than most of the rest of the hip-hopera). Finally, there is the way that I handle social situations: as awkwardly as possible. My life might as well be the socially awkward penguin.
|Source; I have accidentally told so many waiters and waitresses this...|
That's the moment when I first realized that her grandmother's purse could now be my purse. See, I bought the purse a few weeks before this at Goodwill, because I am really hard on purses. I don't have many purses and I do not change them out until they fall apart. Being frugal, I decided that I should not spend a lot of money on a bag that I would wear out. So, I bought a purse that I could use and not feel bad about ruining.
But, suddenly, this purse was possibly this woman's grandmother's purse. I admitted to her that I bought it at Goodwill and she said, "Oh, I must have donated it. I'll have to check my house." Immediately, I offered the purse to her, because clearly it had sentimental value, it was her grandmother's. She refused, so Daniel and I went about our dinner normally.
Then, as we were leaving, she asked to see the purse again. I obliged. She looked at it closely and asked WHEN I got it. I told her a few weeks before. She said, "Oh, good. My house was broken into last week and I just wanted to make sure that someone did not steal it and then donate it. " Now, I was thinking, "Her house was broken into?! I have to give her back this purse!" So I again offered her the purse. Again, she refused. She told me that she did not really use the purse before because she had another one from her grandmother so she rather have me own it and have great adventures with it. Suddenly, the purse that I bought so I would not feel bad for ruining became the most important/ interesting/ awkward purse that I own. With that being said, expect to see it a lot on the blog...
I hope that you have a great rest of your weekend and is generally not awkward!