Last week I ventured to Kohl's to see the Vera Wang collection. I found a cute gray sweater top. I'm at the register and pulled the credit card holder from my e/w. Without thinking (obviously) I put the purse on the conveyer belt so I could pry out the bank card. I looked up and the cashier has the bag and is turning it over and over. She's about to open it and I reach for the purse saying I don't think you carry Chanel here. (Me bad, I'm not usually snotty -- well, verbally anyway.) I was so laughing all the way to the car. My husband, usually the dry wit, was with me said you know, you should have let her called a manager over, so the two of them could have struggled over locating that sku number. Yes, it would have been such a side splitter -- the kind that make you fall into a heap laughing til your sides ache.