I was standing in the crowded aisle of the plane, waiting for the attendants to unlock the doors and let us out. I realized, with a sudden weak-in-the-knees, adrenalin sort of rush that I did not have my purse with me. Hoping to find it stowed on the floor of my seat, now several rows back, I turned to face the crush of people pressing forward.
"Scuse me...so sorry... left my purse...pardon me."
I squeezed my way against the crowd, arms held tightly against my chest. Finally, I reached my former seat and leaned forward to check the floor for my purse. Freed at last from my tight grip, it swung forward from my shoulder to hit me in the face. My very red face.
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