Where is my purse?
“My purse was here before I went to the toilet. Who took it?” Debra asks her friends sitting in a restaurant.
“I haven’t seen your purse,” one of her friends says.
“I don’t think your purse was here,” says another.
“Isn’t it in your bag?” asks the third.
Debra checks her bag. Her purse is not there.
“If you don’t give it back, I will call the police. I have my driving license, all my money and credit card in it.”
The friends just look at each other but say nothing.
“Ok. I see we are not getting ahead,” Debra says and phones the police. “They will be here in half an hour. Nobody is leaving until they are here.”
One of the friends tells a story. He tells the story of how once he thought he lost something but when he went home he found it. He is funny. Everybody is laughing. Debra isn’t. The police come. They ask questions and they ask everybody to empty their bags and pockets. Everyone in the restaurant turns to watch them. The friends are angry with Debra. The police find nothing.
Debra goes home. She finds her purse on the kitchen table. She feels stupid. She sends text messages to all of her friends who were in the restaurant. Nobody writes back. She phones them. Nobody answers the phone.
Originally posted 2020-05-25 19:08:00.