Thursday, March 31, 2011


Today I met up with Jackie for a little while. We ducked into a coffee shop to catch up and warm up. There were a few kids at another table, and Jackie knew two of them so we went over to chat them up for a couple of minutes.

There is absolutely no reason for this, but when we walked over, I took my coat and bag. We were really only there for about two or three minutes. As Jackie and I turned around to go back to our table Jackie asked me, "Where's my messenger bag?" It was gone. Completely gone.

We looked everywhere, and asked everyone. Like most people, Jackie's entire life was in her bag. Two notebooks, with tons of personal info including her dad's credit card digits. A bag of weed and a pipe. About $200 worth of makeup. Some jewelry. Her iPod Touch. Two gift certificates - one for a pedicure, one for a massage. Her boyfriend's paycheck.

Jackie is so furiously angry. I feel bad for her.

1 comment:

Yankee, Transferred said...

Ugh. I'm sorry. Poor Jackie. That really sucks.