Wailing and nashing of teeth

I went shopping.................. for a purse. NOT for me, for MOM. The move was prompted by the events of yesterday evening.

She phoned me, before our usual phone time, to tell me, she had lost the "new" credit card. 

Are you sure ? 

Yes, she is sure.  Followed by a tirade about "She is finished !"

Are you sure ? 

Yes, she has looked everywhere.
 
Did you leave it at the shop ?

No, she phoned, they have three cards, but none of them are Absa cards.

Okay........well the best thing to do, is to cancel the card.

Right.  Mom puts down the phone. 

I am thinking, this is MY FAULT.  I knew she is using a purse, designed for a 5 year old.  In fact, I think it is my purse,  from when I was a little girl.



The super duper purse, I had brought her from Mexico - went in the hijack. Along with the designer handbag, I bought her, a Christmas ago.



Her current system was a disaster waiting to happen.


Seriously, the change was going in the purse and the cards, were all being put in a bank bag.  And the notes, well they seemed to sometimes be in the purse, sometimes in the bank bag and sometimes in an envelope...... as I said, a disaster waiting to happen.



I knew this, why did I not do something about it ?



Now we are dealing with an additional expense and a further hit, on her already fragile psyche.



But wait.......... the saga continues.

5 minutes later - the phone rings, once again.

She is now even more upset, she cannot get through to cancel the card.  More of a tirade........."I am finished !"

No problem, give me the card number, I'll do it.

I cancel the card.

As I put the phone down,  my phone rings again...........she has found the card.

OMG !

This explains the purchase.  I walked Greenstone Mall, looking for a new purse.  Ultimately I settled on this.

It is a designer purse.

Frightfully expensive.  But............. it's the kind of colour, you can see and it has a gazillion little slots for cards.

I will give it to her for Easter.

When she dies, I'll inherit it.  The benefits of being, an only child !