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.
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.