Here is something that makes me want to curl up in a ball and whimper for my mommy: I just left a bag of dry cleaning on the bus. As in, two good pairs of black pants; my lovely silk blouse that I look gorgeous in; my Rebecca Taylor dress that would have cost a billion dollars new, purchased at Secondi for a fraction of the price that fits me like a glove; my nice black peplum top. Metro phone lines arent being helpful. I am probably going to have to go and try to intercept the bus on its way back from GTown and pray that nobody takes it. I did write its # down when I fruitlessly tried chasing it down the street. Either that, or I left the bag at the bus stop in my hood, in which case it is definitely gone forever. Long story short, I left the house with a bag of beautiful clothes and I am now without a bag of beautiful clothes. Needed that stuff for upcoming wedding weekend.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 14:25:06 +0000