When You're Not Looking

two weeks ago, about $300 was stolen out of my purse at work. i know, it was stupid of me to take it there. but i was paying bills afterwards. i haven't found the money and now refuse to take my purse inside. i figure it was better that it was the $300 and not the credit card that was luckily in the pocket of some jeans in the dryer. at first, i was pissed, then worried. now i hope that person had a great time with it. i was just going to use for my car payment.

this is what i hope they used it for...

i hope they got their hair done. you know, a little highlight action. they decided to buy a new swimsuit. the culprit should have filled up her ( i'm guessing its a her. i work with 90% females) gas tank, grabbed a couple friends, and headed to the beach. i hope it was perfect weather. i know that can't be bought, but this is all hypothetical anyway. they'd drive the go-carts and climb the rockwall. maybe she got a little bit of a tan. afterwards, i hope she planned to go to a nice, local restaurant with her guyfriend, so she bought new perfume, new shoes, and a new purse. she didn't have to pay for the dinner, but i hope she had some good wine with her meal and some sinfully good cheesecake for dessert. and i hope because all the primping and the good wine, the couple went home and had amazing sex...

...its sad, living vicariously through your stolen money. but all of that makes it easier to deal with.

posted by molly @ 1:52 PM