Sunday, November 19, 2006
The Black Handbag StorySo, I was at this lelong bag sale outside the bugis OG with my family today and happened to spot a black handbag that fit my criteria of "the" bag (of the moment) - roomy, black, basic, with golden (not tacky silver, mind you) buckles hinged at subtle places, leatherish, and most importantly, it was dirt cheap. A big ladies' bag going for $12.90, clearly anyone living in any civilisied part of this planet can tell you it's a darn good deal.
Obviously, that got me excited. I've been searching for a black bag forever. Sure, quite a few have caught my eye on previous shoppig trips but they were ALL out of budget and I adhered to my new-found frugal ways, ie, did not splurge on impulse. I called my mum over and showed her the bag.
She held it up and started peering into it.
Thinking that she must be checking the zips and stuff for me, I walked over to another trolley to have a look at the other bags.
When I went back after what, 2 minutes, I realised to my horror...
She was no longer holding that bag.My mind went black for a second, then reactivated itself to realise its worst fear.
YES. Some other woman was holding on to THAT bag instead and it sure wasn't one of the staff mending the stall.
My jaws dropped and my arms went flailing into every free space available in that stuffy, jostling crowd. I turned to my mum and asked, "WHYYY did you put it down?"
"Orh ni yao na ge bag meh?"
Yeah lar, then?!!! Bu yao hai hui na gei ni kan meh???
Completely flabberghasted, I went back to that trolley and started digging through the same pile of bags where The One was found. It didn't take me long to realise that the piece I handed over to my mum was THE ONLY AVAILABLE one.
(see. The good stuff go fast.)
I stared helplessly at that woman holding to The One, My One and felt like crying. I tried channeling evil vibes through her body so she might hopefully think the bag is cursed and drop it. But she clung on to it and took her time browsing through the other sections while my mum tried to no avail, to distract me with other phony-looking black bags.
:'(
The most annoying thing was that the woman knew what went on because she was within the vicinity of hearing the conversation between my mum and I but she just WOULD NOT LET GO OF MY ONE!
I bet she did that on purpose. What spiteful people surround us. Tsk.
(Oh, and did I mention she was fat? Like, not plump-fat but obese-fat?)
I am aware that I am assaulting her body in a subjective and unprofessional way and taking the entire obesity issue out of context but I am so NOT sorry. If I had lost to a skinny bitch who would probably look better carrying that bag, then fine, so be it. I might even kowtow to her and pat her on the back, "Great taste." Why did the gods choose to let me lose to a fatty?! WHY???
I muttered,
"si pang zi" under my breath before walking away after 10 minutes of stalking that Fat Lady but only because my sis was clamping her hand over my mouth. I felt more like hollering.
My mum felt kinda bad, so she coaxed me into walking into the OG premise and going back to the bag area after a while, thinking that the Fat Lady may eventually decide not to get My One. So, we entered the OG premises and when we came out of the building about 30 minutes later, that freak was still at the bag sale and by that time,
she was holding on to FIVE black bags in total.
"Neh-neh-nee-poo-poo. I have five and you have none!"
My one was her Bag with a vengeance, I see.
Regretfully, I watched her pay for that pile of bags, including My One, at the crime scene and made myself promise to let anything good slip past me again.
Never ever.
When in doubt, hold on to all the "might be"s and KIVs, ladies! There is nothing more hurtful than a "it could have been".
*insert grouchy-looking face again
19:15
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