I'm a ball of anxiety these days and clearly feeling this way is giving me a more heightened sense of ALL OF THE THINGS IRRITATE THE SHIT OUT OF ME.
Monday offered up a new type of GO train creature that I have dubbed the purse digger. I also encountered one on Wednesday night and again this morning.
The one on Monday I was pretty sure was looking for her bag of cocaine because she dug and dug and dug and dug and dug, pulled out a small square mirror and then dug and dug and dug and dug and took a break, and then dug and dug and dug and dug and dug and then put the mirror away.
Wednesday night's purse digger was like a fucking honey badger digging a grave to bury its recent kill of a hippo. She dug and dug and dug and dug and dug and dug and dug and dug and dug, and took a break to stare out the window, before resuming her excavation. No idea what she needed as she came up empty handed every time.
This morning, this purse digger not only dug her way to Narnia, she also had to spread out her elbows nice and wide in order to gain the leverage she needed for her morning work-out. She dug and dug and dug and dug and pulled out a make up bag, then she dug and dug and dug and dug and dug and pulled out another small bag. Then she dug and dug and dug, all the while gripping the smaller bag between her lips, and she dug and dug and dug and dug and pulled out a small packet of tissues. I was exhausted just from watching her. At one point while digging to bury all this shit back into her bag, she dropped her bag and when she reached down to grab it, so did the person opposite her and they smashed heads.
#pursedigger
Make it known.
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I don't get purses. I carry a debit and a credit card, my phone and my building FOB. What else do you need?
PS I've declared 'I'm not a robot' so many times now I'm beginning to think I might be (why else would I protest so much...?)
Heeeeeeelp!
Bob, Bob, Bob... you don't want to know what women carry in their purses. Some, I swear, carry bricks.
If a woman is a mother, they carry ALL THE THINGS THEY MIGHT NEED FOR THEIR KID! Band-aids, tissues, wet wipes, in addition to lipstick, mirror, comb, wallet, phone, toothpicks, etc.
My purse is out of control and I know it. However, in the event of a potential attack, it's one helluva weapon!
I refer to mine as a Black Hole. Things go in, may never come out.
It has to be big enough for the basics: book, wallet, phone, meds.
omg I hope this wasn't me, the other night I madly went through my purse looking for my chapstick like it was my lifeline, which I later realized I must have lost when I dropped my purse and all contents rolled out last weekend at the local Esso station. Crap. Sorry if it was lol.
It's purse diggers in a checkout or payment line that make me want to go postal.
On the train it doesn't bother me unless I get an elbow or two but those ladies who have to dig for a nickel or some other payment card while holding up others makes me want to be less than polite.
Case in point: At Tims this morning a girl dug and dug and dug and dug for a quarter. It must have been 5 minutes. The cashier took my order int he middle of the dig and she got hissy that others were getting past her in line. I gritted my teeth and paid with a Tim card. Fast, painless and nobody has to wait while she digs and then replaces everything that came out of her purse.
I'll choose a line in the future with as few purses waiting as possible.
If you can't find it within the 15 seconds of digging, you are now a #pursedigger Jules!!!
If you can't find it within 15 seconds of digging, you are now a #pursedigger Jules!!!
Hmmm.I think purses are like women's brains. Just sayin'... ;)
"All eggs go into one basket" I guess.
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