I Did It Again!

Yesterday, I went to Walmart to buy flowers for the pots on my patio.  Almost was too late because stuff was mostly picked over...and not everything that I wanted was there.  I got what I could and took it to my car to load in the trunk.  A church friend drove by just then, so I spoke to her...then left.  Drove to a grocery store to pick up the rest of the things I needed for the flower pots.  Reached to the car seat for my purse.  Ack!  No purse!  I knew immediately that I must have left my purse in the kiddie-seat part of the cart and headed back to Walmart immediately.  I hate when I do these things.  It is NOT the first time!

When I got back to the Walmart garden center, the cart that I had left was there, but no purse was in it.  I went inside.  No one in the garden center knew anything about a purse.  I was sent to the Customer Service desk.  (A bit of a walk!)  Nothing there, either....but I left my name and phone number in hopes that it would be turned in.  It had only been ten minutes since I took leave of my senses.  Walked back out through the garden center wondering what to do next.  Who to call?  What to do?

A voice coming from a vehicle in the spot where I had been parked when I was there said, "Is your name Peggy??"  Uh....yes.  (I knew I had been saved!) 
"What is your last name?" 
"McNary."
"I have your purse."
The gal saw my purse, wide open in the shopping cart, and had plucked it out.  She found my phone number in my checkbook and had called my home phone to leave a message.  She had determined to deliver it to my home, but I showed up.  I was so grateful to have it back! 

So far, I've been lucky.  The last time I did this, the purse was still in the cart in the parking lot.  The time before that, an honest person found it and turned it in...which is REALLY lucky because I was in Zion, Illinois, at my grandchildren's, with zero reference in the purse as to where I could be located, locally.  I guess God really does look after old people and drunks!

When I reported what I had done to my daughter, she said I was getting closer to being "sent to the home"--something she and Nathan used to refer to a lot in earlier times.  Then she made some inane comment about if I had left the gas turned on, all would be over.  Ka-BOOM!  But then she posted something on Facebook about how unfair it is that she left a cell phone in a locked car in a locked, gated community when she first got to California, yet someone broke the car window and stole the phone.....but I leave my purse in a shopping cart in a public parking lot and people track me down to return the contents intact.  Either I am very lucky or just don't have anything worth stealing.  (My guess is the latter.)

In any case, no harm/no foul.  I'm a lucky ducky!