Forgotten purses lead to memorable moments

A woman and her purse is a relationship that most men would not understand. Purses, no matter the size, color or design, are an object that a woman never wants to be parted from.

For the past several years I have been working on making my purse be much lighter. However, I find I need to carry several items with me, just in case they are needed.

I carry a purse calendar, even though I believe I could program appointments into the cellphone. However, that calendar also contains phone numbers, but, ah, well, those are programmed into the phone also.

Another needed item is my wallet. It has everything in there, money, credit and store cards, business cards, my driver’s license, the checkbook — you get the idea.

Other stuff needed in my purse are antacids, and breath mints, just in case they are needed. Plus, since I am a diabetic, I carry sugar pills, and a protein bar, in case those are needed.

I carry keys in my purse, some of which I seldom need, but, I figure if they are in the purse, at least I won’t lose them. If I am traveling for the day, I need to bring my medication, pills and insulin along with a needle and alcohol wipe.

Because my neck and shoulders bother me at times, I sometimes leave my purse at home, and only take what I think I will need for the short time I will be gone. That makes remembering my purse even worse, I believe. I have gotten so used to not carrying it at certain events, that if I do take it, I will forget I tend to leave it behind.

I have had some memorable moments of forgotten purses. When I was a young mom of two toddlers, I had taken them to the park to play one day. After a time we went home, however my purse did not. Clutched with fear we went back to look, and it was still there and undisturbed.

When I was a little older, I had my two youngest children with me for grocery shopping. After checking out, I carefully bundled them back inside the car, along with my groceries. Soon after reaching home, the phone rang. A Tigerton resident had seen my purse in the street, looked inside to see whose it was, and called me. I had not missed it as yet, but I gratefully went back to town with the two kids and retrieved it.

The next major incident was when I was coming home from Shawano and noticed I didn’t have my purse. I stopped the car to be sure I hadn’t put it in the back seat by accident. In retracing my steps, I knew I must have left it in the shopping cart, which I had put in the cart corral at Walmart. I didn’t find it in the parking lot, but going into the store, I asked at the information desk. An honest customer had found it and brought it into the store for safekeeping.

The latest episode was just before Easter. I had shopped for groceries, then stopped for lunch at Arby’s. My next stop was at Kropf’s at Bowler, for the Easter ham. I reached over to the passenger side of the car to grab my purse, and discovered that it was not there. Again, I got out and checked, just in case I put it in the back seat. So, I hurried back to Arby’s in hopes of finding my purse intact.

While I drove, my mind went the steps of needing to call credit card companies, getting a new drivers license, and trying to remember the last check I wrote. When I reached Arby’s, I was overjoyed that the staff had it safely tucked away behind the counter.

What a wonderful surprise that was. A woman and her purse are not to be parted.