mother nature is a man and other observations..

At the airport, I would have been terrified, but this happened in the lady’s room across from the Rose Theater, a venue of Lincoln Center Jazz. I left the stall, and was on my out, when I spotted a lone large black handbag leaning on the mirror part of the counter. No one seemed to claim it on their way out, and who would leave their bag in the first place? No one. I asked several women as they left if it was theirs, and they all said no, and went on their way. My friend came out of her stall, and I told her the little saga, and said perhaps I should take the bag to security. We couldn’t take a chance and just leave it, but on the other hand, someone had to realize they didn’t have their purse. We waited for about 10 minutes, and I decided to find security, and my friend said she would stand guard in case someone came running back to the lady’s room. Well, just as the security guard came to the ladies room, a young woman about 30, totally in panic mode was running toward the ladies room, almost hysterical. I said “are you looking for your handbag?” I assured her my friend was guarding it with her life, and no one touched it. The relief on her face, well just imagine if you left your bag somewhere in a New York City ladies room….what are the chances it would still be there, when hostesses in restaurants warn never to put your bag on the back of your chair. Relief is putting it mildly. She thanked us over and over again, and I asked if it wasn’t there, would she have gone to security, and she said no. So my friend saved the day by her 15 minute guard duty ,and all turned out happily ever after. Mysterious large black handbag and her owner together again…