Playgirl's Mechanical World (playgirl) wrote,
Playgirl's Mechanical World
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The Bag Lady

Something happened to me awhile back and had been too embarrassed to remember all the sordid details. I don't understand why things such as these always happen to me. Maybe I'm jinxed! I was busy adding paste wax to my hardwood floors. It was still a little chilly that particular very early morning and was wearing some old pants and an old dingy flannel shirt with the collar all worn out. My hair was uncombed and my hands face and clothes were stained from the brownish paste wax. Suddenly a friend rang the doorbell and when I opened the door, she had a lot of luggage and begged me to drive her to the airport to catch the plane to Dallas. I told her that I couldn't do that on such short notice, but she begged me to help because she was going to miss the plane. I finally agreed and had no time to clean myself up.

When we got to the airport, I had to get down and help her carry her luggage. When we got to the place where you have to pass the metal detector, I passed through without any problem, but when my friend passed, the ringer would go off each time. They had her pass over and over and couldn't figure out what she was carrying. As this was going on, I was standing with the little plastic bowl, in which you place your jewelry. I had already picked up my watch and ring and when this gorgeous man dressed in a very expensive suit, passed by the metal detector, he stopped right in front of me and looked at me. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter and dropped it into the little plastic bowl I was holding in my hands, and then took off. He thought I was a beggar! I can imagine all the different colors I must have had on my face from the embarrassment.

By the way, it was finally discovered what was making the ringer go off with my friend, it was her shoes, and they had small nails at the heels. I told her what had happened afterwards and she burst out in a laugh that wouldn't stop. I couldn't help laughing either.
What's so awful about this is that I kind of liked the little jingle the quarter made in the bowl. For a moment I thought, hmmm...wonder how many quarters and maybe even bills I could collect throughout a whole day, hee hee. Had to slap myself across the face for these evil thoughts!
Tags: bag lady, embarrassing, playgirl
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