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disbelief11I need to learn to watch what I say. Clearly the gods of irony are listening to every word I say. Case in point:
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xica_s and I decided to meet up for some fun on Thursday night. Our rallying point was the hat and purse section at Marshall Fields, where Xica was admiring the cutest little cherry red satiny Kate Spade bag.
This is when the seeds of trouble were planted. For, knowing my past experiences, I intoned, "That is so cute, but I'd spill something on it and that'd be the end of that." Xica agreed and we moved on, laughing over the ostentatious easter hats and the people who carry a cute little clutch purse along with a ginormous tote bag.
We decided on dinner at PF Chang's, and had a mighty good time trading funny stories and such over dinner and drinks. It was when we were saying our goodbyes after dinner that the Gods of Irony struck.
Yep, there we were, saying goodbye when all of a sudden the bag holding my leftover Lemon Chicken felt a lot lighter and there was a "whump" noise. I looked down to find that, through the incompetence and pure evil of Chang's packaging strategy, the lemon sauce had leaked everywhere, thus compromising the integrity of the bag bottom as a holding unit.
Lemon chicken - on the ground. Lemon sauce - all over my hands, my coat, AND my adorable green suede purse. (Too bad I didn't realize the sauce was on my purse until I had held the purse on both shoulders, thereby smearing the sauce on my coat even further.)
So I tromped into the nearby Nordstrom to wash my hands and caught the train home. The coat went to the cleaners the next day and I still need to finish cleaning the suede purse.
It wasn't until last night that I remembered making the comment about the Kate Spade bag. Damn those self-fulfilling prophecies!
This kind of thing ever happen to any of you?
The fantabulous
xica_s and I decided to meet up for some fun on Thursday night. Our rallying point was the hat and purse section at Marshall Fields, where Xica was admiring the cutest little cherry red satiny Kate Spade bag.This is when the seeds of trouble were planted. For, knowing my past experiences, I intoned, "That is so cute, but I'd spill something on it and that'd be the end of that." Xica agreed and we moved on, laughing over the ostentatious easter hats and the people who carry a cute little clutch purse along with a ginormous tote bag.
We decided on dinner at PF Chang's, and had a mighty good time trading funny stories and such over dinner and drinks. It was when we were saying our goodbyes after dinner that the Gods of Irony struck.
Yep, there we were, saying goodbye when all of a sudden the bag holding my leftover Lemon Chicken felt a lot lighter and there was a "whump" noise. I looked down to find that, through the incompetence and pure evil of Chang's packaging strategy, the lemon sauce had leaked everywhere, thus compromising the integrity of the bag bottom as a holding unit.
Lemon chicken - on the ground. Lemon sauce - all over my hands, my coat, AND my adorable green suede purse. (Too bad I didn't realize the sauce was on my purse until I had held the purse on both shoulders, thereby smearing the sauce on my coat even further.)
So I tromped into the nearby Nordstrom to wash my hands and caught the train home. The coat went to the cleaners the next day and I still need to finish cleaning the suede purse.
It wasn't until last night that I remembered making the comment about the Kate Spade bag. Damn those self-fulfilling prophecies!
This kind of thing ever happen to any of you?
