The Case of Expensive Purse.

Part 1. 

The breeze was gentle. The early-summer’s sky was clear and blue. I was sitting on the wooden bench at the downtown’s small park, enjoying ice cream I bought from the creamery at the corner of the park, when this young woman  and her small boy entered my view. 

     She was medium in high. Slim, but has the right curves at the right places. (Natural, padded, pushed-up bra, or surgery, who know?). The summer’s pantsuit she wore looked like one that recently popped up from a Macy’s catalog. The straps of her sandal, her purse, her fingers, wrists and her neck adorned  more bling bling than the summer’s sun. Understandably I have to blink twice before I could divert my eyes from her. Her small boy wore the same fashionable outfit like his mother, shunned the bling bling. As I had, they too,  had purchased ice cream from the corner’s creamery. Mine was in the cone, theirs were in the cups. 

     The little boy ran to the wooden bench across the walkway from mine. Hurriedly climbing the bench, ignoring the trash scattered atop the bench left by previous occupant, promptly took his seat then started to reach for the tiny spoon in his ice cream cup…

       “Hold on, honey. Hold this, please.” His mother shoved her own cup to the boy’s free hand. The boy looked at his mother, protest in his eyes but what choice did he have? He hold his mother’s ice cream cup while eyeing the ice cream in his cup with full longing. 

      The mother then took her seat next to the boy. Placed her purse on her lap, the boy handed back her ice cream cup, but wait…..the mother wasn't ready for it. She needed to do something first. 

      Another protest in the boy’s eyes, “ The ice cream is melting.” he pleaded.

     Ignoring her little boy plead, the woman  opened her purse, took a small cloth-bag from it, opened a small cloth-bag, retrieved a neatly folded plastic bag from it, opened the plastic bag, carefully placed her purse inside the plastic bag, placed the purse which then enclosed safely in a plastic bag on the empty spot next to her, then and just then….. she took her ice cream cup back from her son. 

      “Thanks you, honey.” She smiled at her son then begun eating her ice cream. 

      But…but….I had to blink twice and forced my self to swallow chunk of ice cream which  was stuck in my throat. 

      Is this woman for real? 

      She didnt care how dirty the bench was when her boy flopped himself onto it. 

      She didnt care how dirty the bench was when she flopped herself on it. 

      But….

       …..she cared when her purse going to be place on that same dirty bench!!!

      I never thought I would see the day when a human being treated a purse more precious than themselves and their own child. 

      Outrageous!!!