No phone, no drivers permit, and no patience with a predicament of my own making. After an absolutely wonderful trip to New York with family, I left my purse with phone and permit and all a woman carries with her in a bathroom stop coming home.
Immediately blaming it on an aging mind, my daughters were all quick to recite their own similar goofs. The hotel where I left it found it, and their housekeeping manager immediately told us she would Fed ex it to me. With more than one misstep and falsehoods with Fed Ex, I still do not have my purse.
Took security actions, but darn, it’s hard not to pick up my phone to chat, or jump in my car to go where I please, and I chastise myself for being so spoiled by the modern life.
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