Serendipitous wrote:The Rain King wrote:So sneak 'em in. One of the great things about being female is having an excuse to carry a huge purse. One of the few great things about modern movie theatres is NO USHERS. You can eat/drink any darn thing you want in there as long as you're quiet about it. Including beer.
Okay, so I'll admit we brought our own candy, which is why we only bought drinks.
I knew the dark side of The Force was strong within you, too, Leia.
Way to go. Teach the kiddies to drink out of bottles now and you're all set.
Serendipitous wrote:So how big IS YOUR PURSE?
My sex life is none of your bizness, you perv.
Actually, I wish I could get away with carrying a purse. I do have an L.L. Beaner book-bag- thing I carry solely to work with all my meds, books, snacks, etc. (Hell, I'm old. I
need more stuff to survive these days.) But that doesn't count as a purse, does it?
I think every woman should carry a purse like my mother did when I was a kid. But she called it a "pocket-book" and I was forbidden to even touch it without her express permission. Sometimes she'd allow me to fetch it, and on those occasions, I treated it like the Ark of the Covenant. Who knew what dangers and mysteries truly lay within? It was Mom's magic cornucopia. We could've camped outta that thing for at least a week. She had food, first aid, all kinda stuff in there. And if she'd have swung it at anybody it would've been instant death for them, like getting hit by a wrecking ball. Wouldn't have caused any damage to the purse itself, of course. It would've survived Hiroshima. It was hand-crafted of the finest poly-vinyl by dwarven smiths, baptized in the breath of a dragon and enchanted with all manner of magical wards. Ever geeky enough in high school to play D&D ? They had a thing called a "portable hole". It was like an extra-dimensional space where you could carry all your loot. That was Mom's "pocket-book". She could've pulled Thanksgiving dinner outta that thing and I wouldn't have batted an eye.
I guess one of the signs you've grown up is that Mom's purse gets smaller. She doesn't need to carry your stuff and her's, too, anymore.
Guys are pretty much stuck with a wallet. But the bigger the wallet, the harder it is to get the damn thing outta your pants. Mine looks like one of those Thickburgers from Hardee's. Not my fault. I've got at least three of those stupid discount cards from grocery stores. If I need to pay for something, I have to start working it free about five minutes before I head for the cashier. Otherwise it looks to the on-lookers like I'm standing there giving myself a wedgie for five minutes.