My girlfriends found me sitting at the top of the four stairs that lead down to our office and the new room that I call home. I was pouting because the zipper broke on the bag that another friend had tied to my walker, and now everything was falling out. I loved being able to take things with me from room to room. Now what was I going to do?
"Can we help you find another bag?" One of them asked. "Yes please," I reply, and I tell them where my bag stash is. They get them and go through them carefully trying to find one that compared in size to the one I had tied to the walker with the broken zipper because...
"I really loved that one, " I told them. "It was the perfect size."
"Does it have to have a zipper?" One of them asked.
"Well...yes." Duh. "I tried to get my water cup back from the bedroom with out the zipper and it fell out twice."
"None of these have a zipper, Pam. I'm sorry."
"What if we saftey pin it?" another said.
Have I mentioned that I am irritated by almost everything.
"I don't have a safety pin that big." I was trying hard not to sound as cranky as I felt.
"Wait a minute!" One of them said as she got up and went outside.
Chris came back with the perfect zippered bag.
She explained that she uses it for groceries and that it had disappeared recently. She went on to say that she thought it might have been left it in the desert during a recent trip but had found it in her husbands car.
Now, here it was in her hand, just for me.
"It's perfect." I squealed. "But...it's your favorite grocery bag. What if I break this zipper?"
"Ahhh," she replied waving the thought away with her hand. "I don't need the zipper."