So we go to Hyvee (Iowa’s employee owned grocery store) to return pop cans and bottles – one of those little rooms off the store where you insert your can/bottle into the mouth of the crusher and collect your pay slip which you take to the courtesy counter for your savings account money aka bottle deposit.  HyVee keeps the little room very neat and tidy but I don’t like to set my purse on the floor while I”m feeding the machine…so I hung it over the spout of the little sink in the room.  An employee comes in to empty one of the machines, sees my purse and says – oh honey, that is one of those automatic faucets…you might want to move your purse in case it turns on.  “he” promptly grabs my purse for me – and he and I both think to ourselves – whew that was lucky.  You so totally know where I”m going here, don’t you.

So we walk out of the little room onto the sidewalk and I feel a drip running down my leg…$*!#&^(#$@! My purse holds water.  It was half full of water..just sitting there soaking into my cell phone, my checkbook, my 2-year calendar and all of the other useless, important things I carry in my purse.  There in the parking lot of the grocery store, I take everything out of my purse – thank goodness, I’m past tampons – and pour the water out of the purse …*(*$#&*)(….. I was in a foul mood for the rest of the night – if I had done something like that and thought – I probably shouldn’t do that because…… I would have chalked it up to listening to my instincts and laughed it off – but for some reason this really pissed me off…

Note to self…….