Coin Purse
Since I’m sure a recount of my relaxing weekend is going to be less than enthralling, I’ve decided it’s time for another episode of Really Old Lady (ROL). I cleaned for again last Thursday. Once again, I was put on grocery shopping duty. Basically I have a whole new set of friends and, surprisingly, they are all Safeway employees.
Every time I head out of the house to purchase food for ROL, she sends me with money. Usually, quite a bit. That’s pretty irrelevant. The important point is how that cash is packaged. You know those old-style coin purses that clasp and usually come in puke-tan or puke-green colored material? Yep, that’s what I get to carry with me anytime I run ROL’s errands.
Need to pay for something? Hold on a second, sir, let me whip out my old lady coin purse and wade through the 50 dollar bills to find something a touch smaller. I can feel people looking at it. Then they look at me. Then back to the coin purse. It’s like when the cops pull someone over - everyone cranes their necks to see all they can see.
My sister tells me that if I were in San Fran, it would be considered vintage and hip, but let’s face it. Not a single one of those Safeway employees thought me hip or cool, I’m just the weird girl with a really old lady coin purse.
