I Had to Laugh…

I have been in search for a summer purse and I have very specific criteria:

1. That it makes me happy looking at it.
2. That it will go with my summer shoes. Right?
3. That it has a magnetic closer. I don’t seem to use either zippers or any other kind of closures and that lead to content dumps.
4. That it is not expensive. Those are easy to find even in the discount stores. I have worshiped at their altars but refused to take them home. I don’t want an expensive one because I find I use a purse for six months, maybe a year, and then I want want something else and pass it on.

This is setting the stage for my encounters while exiting my preferred discount store. By the way, this store really rocks in the purse arena.

Now there were these two young men in shorts and t-shirts in front of me. Ages? Hmmm, I found out in the course of our conversations that one was 41 years old; the other, younger.

So I was standing in line with my prizes. Yes, I actually found two of them that would cover all my summer shoes. The older one turned and said, as if we were long lost friends (which I found really sweet), “So have you made up your mind which one you are keeping?” I looked right at him and said, “Yes, both.” He said, “Both? I don’t get womens’ purses. What do you actually carry in them?” I looked into mine and started sharing what was in there with him.

The conversation went on for a couple more minutes and then he turned away then turned back and said, “You know you are really beautiful.” I laughed. He said. “Why did you laugh when I told you you are beautiful. You are you know.” I said, “Because I’m twice your age.” The other guy said, “You’re eighty.” I said, “Not quite, but I am 64 (fudged by a month). I have a child your age.” He said. “I don’t believe it.” I said, “Yoga” (this was not a deep explanation group). They laughed like they didn’t really believe that nor me for that matter. Then it was time to check out.

While checking out this very beautiful woman from Ethiopia (found this out by speaking with her), asked me if I was a senior citizen. I proudly said, “Yes.”

I got a discount.

Just think. If I had gotten all impressed with a 41-yr-old telling me I was beautiful and trying to hit on me then I would have gotten depressed by the cashier asking if I was a senior citizen. By just being part of the flow I just got to take each for what it was, an invitation to connect. An opportunity to shed some light into lives and let them share their light with me. It was all delightful and I got much more than two cool purses. What wonder did you collect today? What wonder did you share? It’s not too late.

Deep Love and Blessings

Gurutej