On Valentine’s Day my daughter and I went to lunch with some friends; Ralph, Matt, and his girlfriend, Jen. Jen was telling us how she was asked for some ID in order to retrieve her purse that she had forgotten at a restaurant where they had dinner the night before . I thought to myself, “funny how things like that always happen to other people; certainly I would remember I had a purse and not leave it behind in a restaurant.”

Things like that only happen to other people.

Until they happen to me.

Not much to explain. Yesterday, five hours after enjoying a nice lunch at our favorite sushi restaurant, my husband and I had just pulled into the mall parking lot when I told him he had to head back, not home, but to the sushi restaurant. My purse, not being by my feet as is my custom, had to be at the sushi place.

I went into the restaurant and explained why I was there. The hostess just asked me if my purse was a brown one or a black one. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who had forgotten her purse at that restaurant that day.

Funny how things like that always happen to other people.

"There are three signs of old age. The first is your loss of memory; the other two I forget. "
~Unknown