Tigerlily Sandybanks of Frogmorton

One night after a long evening at my parents’ house, Ky and I were headed home. We were out of milk, but I needed to go to bed soon and didn’t want to eat right before I went to sleep. Looking back on the whole thing, I should have taken Ky up on his offer to stop by King’s right then and there. But I didn’t.

So we go home. After about an hour at home, I decide that I really do want some cereal. But, of course, we don’t have any milk. Ky graciously says that he will go to King’s with me to get some. So we do. We end up spending more than an hour there, grocery shopping for the whole month. By the time we get to the checkout, it’s about 1:30am. But that’s soon becomes the least of my worries.

We get out to the truck and I realize that I don’t have my purse on my shoulder anymore. I look in the cart and in the back of the truck, but it’s not there. Not too panicked, I lightly jog back inside to get it from the self checkout where I thought I left it. But when I get in there, it’s not there. I think to myself, I must have left it somewhere in the truck. I’m starting to panic at this point because I’m almost sure it’s not there.

Sure enough, it’s not. I run back inside and ask the lady at the counter if she maybe saw that I left it and took it to her station. She hadn’t seen it. I asked if someone walked out after us, and she said a lady did, but it didn’t look like she had a purse with her. She suggests that I look around the store to see if I set it down somewhere. I know for a fact that I didn’t, but as a last ditch effort, I frantically run through the isles looking for it. It’s gone.

I start crying.

The next day, the post office calls me to let me know that they found it. The lady who had stolen it had dropped it into a post bin. So, after work, I rush over to the post office to pick it up. But when I look inside, the two most important things are gone: my wallet and my brand new palm pilot. Big surprise, right?

Although I wasn’t surprised, that little glimmer of hope was reignited when the post office called me, so when it was confirmed that they were really gone, I started to cry once again. When it was stolen in the first place, I began thinking about why she took it. Was she hard up for cash? Did she need to feed herself or her kids? Would she pawn off my palm pilot for some dope? Or was she just greedy and got a thrill out of taking stuff that didn’t belong to her? I didn’t want to think bad of her. I tried so hard to say that she needed it because it was her kids’ last hope for food.

On a positive note, the day after I got the purse back, I looked in the little zipper pocket and found all of my credit cards, my driver’s license, everything that had been in my wallet was in there. The only reason I think she might have done that was because she either was only interested in the wallet and the palm pilot and didn’t want to get caught using somebody else’s credit card (crime of opportunity), or maybe she thought that the wallet was a designer wallet. It was really a cheap, $10 Wal-Mart wallet, but it was my favorite one. I don’t know why I liked it so much, but I did. Maybe I can still find the same one or a similar one at Wal-Mart….

Anyway, if anybody knows anything about this (it was the King’s in Arvada, at 80th and Wads), PLEASE let me know. I just want my palm pilot back.

Oh, and the purse had a picture of Tinkerbell on it, hence the title reference.