BB#1: Coffee does not equal wallet
February 11th, 2007
Today the boyfriend and I set off to go the Main Street Farmers’ Market, a sort of pseudo-hippie, very California-type, produce market and food fair where people sit on the grass and throw their rubbish in compost bins.
On leaving the house, I picked up my bag, deemed it sufficiently heavy, and marched out the door. It never occured to me to check my bag to see what was in it and whether the things I might actually need — a wallet, glasses wipes, etc — were actually in there.
I’ve come to terms with my idiosyncrasies even though they still get to the boyfriend every now and then. So it didn’t surprise too much to realize I’d left the house with a purse containing a bag of coffee beans and not a fart else.
The upshot: I didn’t have to pay for a thing 
Call me absent-minded, I call it thrifty.
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February 12th, 2007 at 1:12 pm
I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt that you really did it by mistake. A blonde who shall remain anonymous did something similar to me years ago. Maybe she did it by mistake as well, but she liked the result a bit too much.
A mistake is a mistake, and I suppose you could argue she took the opportunity to laugh at the situation. Seemed to me to be a slap in the face.
I hope you didn’t revel in it too much.
March 12th, 2007 at 9:34 am
You got OWNED! THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED!