“Do you have a tissue?” my husband asked the other day while we were out and about.
“No, sorry,” I replied, rummaging around in my bag for show. I knew I didn’t have any. I felt a pang of embarrassment. You wouldn’t think not having a pack of tissues would cause such emotion, but you didn’t grow up with my mom. My mom always carried a pack of tissue with her without fail. Once, when she overheard me tell my sister I didn’t have any in my purse, she called me a Barbarian. (I didn’t understand this dramatic response until years later, when visiting China, and I had to learn the hard way. It turns out that tissue, toilet paper, napkins–these are not given out so freely as they are here in the U.S.)
Other things I often don’t have in my bag? Gum, hard candy, a pen. Sometimes I don’t even have a bag. I’d rather stuff things into my pocket than schlep around a purse, especially if I can’t find one that makes my outfit just right.
What are the things my husband often asks for? Gum, hard candy, a pen. “Why do you even carry a purse when you don’t have anything good in there?” he asked me years ago when I once again came up empty-handed. Lipstick, an old receipt, and some Mexican pesos–those aren’t good? Maybe he should carry a bag.
What’s in your purse, bag, backpack? Do you have a tissue?