They found my purse at Wal-Mart. Nothing missing. When I came to pick it up, Lost and Found had no explanation. That the purse was taken I have no doubt — it vanished together with the cart in the blink of an eye. Perhaps someone thought it was their cart, or their purse. Perhaps someone was playing a trick on me. Perhaps someone stole it, but had second thoughts. Perhaps this is just another weird incident in my life.
Anyway, I’m glad I don’t have to start replacing all my IDs and stuff.
So I was at Wal-Mart today and I swear I turned my back for ONE FRACKING MINUTE and somebody decided to just steal my purse with everything inside it.
*headdesk*
They said they would look at the security tapes and get back to me. Once they have done that and there is something to pursue, I will file a police report. What bothers me most is that my diary was in my purse. All the other stuff can be replaced, except that. The diary is not a terribly intimate document but I use it to keep track of my moods.
Piss. I should have gone to Kroger instead.
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