My She-ro!

Here is the story.

On Tuesday, I had the pleasure of

lunch with a friend I don't see very often.

We went to my favorite Chinese restaurant.

The next day I discovered my little

black pouch was missing.

The last time I had seen it was when

I left the tip at the restaurant.

There wasn't a lot of money in it.

(It turned out to be four dollars.)

I would have let it go.  Then I remembered!

My park pass!

With the little purse I had lost

my seasonal pass, and the season

only half over.

I made three calls.

No one had seen my little zippered bag.

Today we went back to check,

and to have lunch and this

lovely lady had found it. 

She was too late to catch us in

the parking lot. 



She laughed at the thought
of having her picture taken.
I did it anyway.
I had to take a picture
of my "she-ro."