Spare Me the Suspense

I had been wondering what to do about my bag. After all, it was my first attempt, and as endearing as quirkiness may be, there were definitely flaws to be corrected in the design and execution. Still, I thought it might be a waste to basically chuck a perfectly functional bag, especially one that held such specific significance for me.

Luckily, someone else made the decision for me.

I was at the Starbucks on Union Square East and had to use the restroom. Like you do, I took off my bag. And left it.

Five minutes later, it was gone. Luckily, this time, I didn’t lose much. $19 and my camera, I think. Unfortunately, my wallet was also in there with my credit cards and driver’s license. I instantly called and canceled the cards (thanks, future!), but I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s going to be a bitch to get all that taken care of.

Also, fuck you. Sometimes, the best way to end a sentence is with a preposition.

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