This is an experience I have to share and only you guys would understand. This weekend I took my son to his classmates birthday party and I had my BH with me. Now, I take extremely good care of my bags, I baby them, I store them properly in bag and box when not in use, and I am very careful with even my own hands on them. The handles are still light and that is how I like them.
So anyway, I set my bag down on the bench and tend to my son (he's 3) in the party room where the food is served. Well, another parent sits RIGHT NEXT to my BH and she is eating her pizza really close to my bag and most importantly the handles......... :s I must have STARED at her the whole time while she ate since I didn't want to offend her by going to move my purse, which now I think I should have to save myself the anxiety. But wait, there's more. When cake time came, her and her teenage child literally stood over my bag and split a piece of cake.
I am talking about splitting in on a flimsy paper plate that was going to give at any given moment and scooping it from one flimsy plate to another.....OMG needless to say, I watched every moment of it in slow motion as I held my breath.
That was it, I had it at that point. I went and graciously rescued my BH and said, "oh let me move my bag for you so you can sit down", to the teenager.
I kept my bag on my shoulder the rest of the time.
So anyway, I set my bag down on the bench and tend to my son (he's 3) in the party room where the food is served. Well, another parent sits RIGHT NEXT to my BH and she is eating her pizza really close to my bag and most importantly the handles......... :s I must have STARED at her the whole time while she ate since I didn't want to offend her by going to move my purse, which now I think I should have to save myself the anxiety. But wait, there's more. When cake time came, her and her teenage child literally stood over my bag and split a piece of cake.
I am talking about splitting in on a flimsy paper plate that was going to give at any given moment and scooping it from one flimsy plate to another.....OMG needless to say, I watched every moment of it in slow motion as I held my breath. That was it, I had it at that point. I went and graciously rescued my BH and said, "oh let me move my bag for you so you can sit down", to the teenager.
I kept my bag on my shoulder the rest of the time.
. Thank goodness you moved your BH!!! God knows what would've happened if you hadn't rescued it! I've had to move my LV's away from people many times...just to be polite I pretend to dig through it, pull something out, & use it. I though it was great that you told the cake wielding teen that you were moving your bag so she could sit. All's well that ends well!
