Mistakes
by lcjonesla
Today I got my first paycheck, and man does it feel good.
I feel like that woman in the commercials when she tries to unlock a Bentley.
Yes, I did something very similar to that when I walked into Prada at the Beverly Center today.
This was me.
Mistake.
Big. Fat. Mistake.
Blacked out sober mistake.
I’ve been searching for a simple, BLACK, soft leather purse all summer.
My mentality: I have money now, I can afford anything.
Wrong.
I saw the bag of my dreams sitting in a glass case.
I made the mistake of trying it on and realizing it was PURE PERFECTION.
Not only was it black, soft leather, and had gold hardware it but it had a zipper!!!!!!
“hello I would like to file for a loan.”
“How much is it,” I squawked.
“$2,500.”
Great, I’m going to jump off this floor now.
I left bagless and confused, and decided to take out my aggression with a Lil Kim song (so vintage) on my way home.
I forgot my window was half up half down.
The stare I got from the man in the SUV next to me was priceless.
