The Lady and I took the bus to work this morning when something most disturbing happened. It was crowded and we stood for the entire ride. Normally this wouldn't pose a problem, what with the ride being short and The Lady being more than able to stand. However, Dear Reader, today the particular bus we hopped was short and other riders kept bumping up against yours truly.
The Lady turned around, for fear she had smacked another rider in the face, and apologized to a woman seated behind her. Another jostle caused The Lady to turn around once more, this time she said nothing. A final, firm tug on my tender side perplexed The Lady as she had been increasingly careful with my whereabouts. Turning around, The Lady pulled out her iPod earbuds and fixed her gaze on the woman. She feared she was in for a verbal smackdown, but instead the woman declared in a cheerful voice, "I love your bag!" The Lady smiled and said thanks and reciprocated her love for me. The woman asked The Lady where she got such a beautiful purse. The Lady explained how we were united by the Significant Other's Mother and that the Mother has fantastic taste. The woman prodded further, asking more details The Lady was able to answer with a friendly laugh and a nod of the head.
Then something that sent chills down my seams happened. The woman said that if The Lady didn't want me she would be happy to take me off her hands. I froze. Oh no! The Lady tightened her grip on my straps and laughed nervously. "No, I'm very happy with her. I love her. Thanks, though." I was nervous when the woman got off at our stop, but thankfully she crossed one way and we the other, putting a safe distance between me and the pursesnatcher. We saw the woman in the afternoon waiting for the bus home, but The Lady decided to wait for another bus just to be safe. Phew.
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