Keep an eye out for a "package deal" cute cellphone, free maxi-pads and head band!!! Free shipping (normally $2.67!!!)
So yah keep an eye out. Oh? It's already out?
Megan is no idiot. Sort of.
She's already wisely learned that Target is a cool place to shop with all her other tweeny-bopper friends. She's also learned that the Starbucks at Target is a cool place to buy a refreshing beverage. What she hasn't learned is how to pick up her purse after paying.
When her friend's dad dropped her off back at the house and she climbed from the car she exclaimed, "Oh craaaaap. I think I left my purse at the store."
Not a problem. I needed a reason to get away from the eternal load of topsoil sitting in the driveway anyway. The topsoil I've been hauling by the wheelbarrow-load to the garden in the backyard non-stop since Saturday morning. The same pile of topsoil that mockingly never gets any smaller, as if to say, "Pff... wheelbarrow. You'll have to do better than that, Jackass."
I washed up, changed into a cleaner dirty shirt and we headed back to Target. Megan was holding herself together but clearly felt a little dumb about misplacing her purse and its precious contents (one cell phone, three maxi-pads, the receipt for an overpriced but very cute headband and $2.67) She's very sensitive about potential, if imaginary, embarrassment.
We walked into the Starbucks and, as Megan approached the barista I dialed her phone number, fully expecting to hear Hilary Duff's "Do The Math" come from behind the counter. Nothing. The phone wasn't there. The purse hadn't been found. Same story from the customer service desk at Target.
Her purse was lost. She retraced her steps. Nada. We rang her phone the rest of the night hoping someone would become annoyed enough by the ringing to answer it and tell us to knock it the hell off. Nope.
I also checked with the cell provider to be sure no one was using the phone to call their relatives in Columbia. Fortunately not, though if they had, we might at least have a clue about where it went.
I just know the purse isn't going to turn up. And when it doesn't, I'm going to have one very moody twelve-year-old bugging me a for a new cell phone to replace the one I just bought her in January. The one she lost.
So, to the asshole who stole my little girl's purse... Thanks, dickhead, You've made us both cry.
Filed under - Family | TechnologyKeep an eye out for a "package deal" cute cellphone, free maxi-pads and head band!!! Free shipping (normally $2.67!!!)
So yah keep an eye out. Oh? It's already out?
How horrible! But then, don't get another phone - and lesson will be learned! Does it have one of those tracker things? What about insurance?
I remember leaving my purse in a Jack-in-the-Box in Houston, TX, and being more upset that I had lost a photo of a cute blonde boy that I had the most MASSIVE crush on...
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Dickhead, indeed.
That brings up a debate we've had in my house. I don't want my boys to have cell phones until they are old enough to pay for part of it and are a bit more mature (Mature is in NOT thinking it is a great idea to try and thread rope licorice through your nasal cavity).
My hubs agrees, it is the children we are bickering with.