Was This My Lucky Day . . . or What?

For a year now, I've been carrying around a cell phone and always not quite sure where to keep it.  If I put it IN my purse I wouldn't be able to hear it ring.  When I have it clipped to the outside of my purse I'm constantly bumping the phone and dialing my speed dial numbers accidentally.  Once my son had to call me long distance on my kitchen phone just to tell me to turn off my cell phone.  Seems I was on a lengthy long distance phone call and didn't even know it. 

So yesterday I went shopping for a new purse; one of those ones that has a handy cell phone pouch added to the outside.  I looked at several but wasn't quite ready to shell out that much money for one and went home.  This morning I went to work but didn't notice that I was minus my cell phone until I got to my office.  "No problem", I thought. "I must have left it on the kitchen counter at home".  But when I got home there was no cell phone.  Which could only mean one thing . . . I left it at the store IN one of those bags I was looking at. 

The clerk at the purse counter was not amused when I called and ask her to look through the purses with phone pouches to see if I left mine in one of them.   She said she would NOT be looking through any purses for my cell phone.  (Can't really blame her)  I called my cell phone number hoping that someone would hear one of the purses ringing and answer it, but no one did.  There was nothing else for me to do but to drive to the mall and check it out for myself. 

I made my way to the purse counter, introduced myself as the lady looking for her cell phone and proceded to the Fossil Purse SALE table, where I found my phone in THE VERY FIRST PURSE I PICKED UP.  I couldn't believe it would be that simple, and the clerks were stunned that I actually DID find my phone. . . after more than 24 hours . . . on the Sale table.  I felt lucky indeed.