Sometimes I'm a bad person. Occasionally, I will light-heartedly bust some random guy obviously carrying his wife purse by saying something like "Nice purse" or "I like 'your' purse." I always mean it as a joke, because I've occasionally been embarassed myself when carrying my wife's purse for her. Today, however, the joke was on me.
I was in the waiting room of the blood lab when a woman sitting with her husband was called into the lab and he dutifully followed behind her carrying "her" purse. So I did my usual and said, "Nice purse". He turned to me and said, "Thank you" and then continued following his wife to the lab. Then he turned back to me and said, "My daughter gave it to me. It's my pride and joy." I was kind of shocked by his reply, but managed to respond, "That's wonderful" as he left the waiting room.
Later, when I saw them leaving, I noticed that his wife had her own purse, and that this was really his purse. He wasn't busting me back; it really was his purse.
Isn't that some kind of wonderful?
Oh, and for those that care, I mentioned something about purses when we walked by the Kate Spade and Vera Bradley stores at the local outlet mall, and my wife said,
"They're not called 'purses' any more. That's what your mother would have called them. They're called 'hand bags'."