I packed my lunch this morning in a recycled plastic grocery bag (the usual) and took the metro in to work. I was wearing a white skirt–it’s time to celebrate Memorial Day in the old style: white skirts, pants, and shoes are now “officially” allowed. For some reason I always follow that rule, even though I recognize that most people consider it passe. But today it was a mistake.
I had a container of raspberries in my lunch bag.
Said raspberries were somewhat wet.
There are now four large purplish splotches spread out across the lap of my erstwhile white skirt.
And my attempt at saving money cost me somewhere in the ballpark of $80.00, because the only clothing store in Union Station that opens before 10:00 a.m. is Ann Taylor.
Some days I understand perfectly the famous remark of St. Teresa of Avila to her heavenly Father on a particularly trying day: “If this is the way you treat your friends, it’s no wonder you have so few.”