I had a neat experience at the gym, yesterday. After getting my butt kicked by the trainer, I crawled into the locker room. While drooling on the floor, I spotted a woman with a beeeeeauuuuuutiful backpack-type bag.
It was that deep, vivid, metallic green color that I love.
She was talking with someone else and I couldn’t help but ask, “Excuse me? Where did you get your bag?”
I figured I would get the “Oh, this is so old that I can’t even remember.”
Instead, I got “Oh, to tell you the truth, if you want it, you can have it.”
Turns out that the bag was too small for her. She explained this as she stuffed her towel into the bag. Then she said, “The next time I see you I’ll give it to you.”, and I thanked her. We introduced ourselves and off she went. I may have mouthed “I love you.” to the bag, as I watched it disappear.
So that’s pretty neat, right?
And what, do you suppose, are the odds that I’ll ever see her again?? I’ll keep you informed but I’m not holding my breath. I’m just not that lucky.
The whining? I’ll hold that off until Thursday…maybe Friday. I still need to calm down a bit.