Steal my heart, why dontcha?

“If I were going to steal something, I would steal something big. Like a diamond!”


Yesterday I had dinner with my dear friend Kristi. She had to work late, so I killed time by stopping at the new Gap that opened near my work. I bought two shirts and a pair of super soft gloves on sale.

Then I still had time to kill, so I went to a Starbucks near the restaurant we were meeting at. When Kristi called that she had arrived, I scooted out to meet her.

Less than ten minutes later, I realized I had forgotten the Gap bag in Starbucks. I raced back, only to find it wasn’t there. (Shocker.) But a patron told me that someone had already turned it in at the counter. Thrilled beyond relief at the honesty, I thanked him, and went up to get the bag.

After they searched for about five minutes, someone found it. I thanked them profusely. As I was about to leave, it occured to me to look inside. One of the shirts, the gloves, and the receipt were missing. Leaving me with one shirt, which I had bought for someone else.

Which begs the obvious question: REALLY?!?