be-musings

We spent a number of afternoons at Sandals Montego Bay, and would spend evening through lunch at our resort of Sandals royal Caribbean. During one Montego Bay afternoon, I found a fabulous gauzy white skirt at the gift store. We bought it, bagged it, and then waited for the shuttle bus back to our resort. Back in our room, we realized the skirt didn't make it back with us. I was so disappointed, and frustrated about losing something we had just spent money on. Two days later, after stewing about it in between, we went back to montego Bay. Right away we headed to the gift shop, because I was on a mission and there was no deterring getting the skirt somehow. I thought maybe it would have been returned there. I relieved through the rack, found an identical size medium skirt, and was convinced that was the one. There had been only one size medium left when we bought it (or was there). The tag on this item was wrinkled, like it had been wrapped in a bag crunched. The evidence was complete. We went to the till where we explained the purchase and I said "I think the exact skirt is now hanging on the rack. There was only one medium when we bought it." I was ready to offer to be fingerprinted to prove that the item had been in my possession (though I never said that to the clerk because she redirected us immediately to hotel reception) So, then we stood at reception. Knowing my fervour over the pretty, swoopy skirt, Scott told me to let him handle it. I consented - in part. He began to tell Charlene the story about buying the skirt and presumably leaving it on the bus when I burst in about the item probably being in the store, with the crinkly tag on. Mid-stream Charlene went to a drawer and pulled out a bag containing...the skirt. I began to turn pink as Scott looked at both of us and said "That wasn't nice for you to accuse Charlene of stealing. She is only trying to help." Crimson. Charlene saw the joke and stayed around for it, which made the bantering worse, and I uttered partial words, stuttering in my chagrin. We left, and laughed uproariously.
Forever now, Scott will be able to say "Do you remember the skirt?" when I get adamant about something.