I don't know her name, but I'm lucky she was nice enough to check in the back for me... twice.
So my friends were baptizing their child. Their evite said 11am. Oh, wait... 11am is when Mass starts. I should really read these things better. So as I drive away as fast as my little car will take me (shhh... be cool man), I set my sights for Park Royal. I can cool my heels for an hour here.
After getting a coffee, my hubby and I start wandering around the village. I convince him I need to go into Danier... just to browse. We walk in and I see the most beautiful bag... with a little rip on the side. Booooo. Luckily, there's another one on a high shelf... with a black mark on the back. Sigh. As I am looking at every display and shelf for another bag, the lady working there tells me they have some in the back. A couple minutes later, she walks out with three... all with some tiny flaws. Hmm, which one should I get? Which blemish would bother me the least? She's so nice... she goes back again to look and comes out with three more. I choose one that to me is perfect for me to ruin. If your heart is pure and you believe (and ask nicely), you shall receive.
The best part is the bag was on sale. ON SALE! So I mean, meant to be right? read more