So remember a few months ago I was in London, and had a miserable one night stand (jack rabbiting is the worst), followed by the most mortifying walk of shame through the city…as I had no clue where I was (my SIM card had died) and worst of all, my bag had gone missing (no money or keys..ahhh)!

Ahh, my lovely Yellow Purse!!

Well, I figured things out with the phone, and said jack rabbiter graciously provided me a WHOLE 11 pounds to navigate a city I had never been in before….and I presumed my purse was long gone. Especially after I heard back from the London Transit Authority that nothing had been turned in…

I love it so much I even get Sorbet to match!

So, surprise, surprise when I get an email last week entitled “YELLOW BAG.” And wait, to top that…guess who found it? A VICAR!

A whater? You read that right! A Vicar…a parish priest in the Church of England…although all I can think about is the episode of Friends with Rachel’s Book:

Well, I guess that makes sense though…that if my purse WAS to be found, months and months after it actually mattered, and months and months after I had given up all hope and just assumed it was thrown away (minus the 20 or so pounds inside…) that a man of the church would bring it back to me….not that I belong to said church…but the best part would be that I didn’t even realize he was a Vicar until I sent along his email saying he had my purse to my friend for a laugh (how are you wondering did he have my email….I always carry my SAD SINGLE Business Cards wherever I go…so the vicar did indeed email SSG and not the personal me…) and SHE pointed out the funny truth:

A VICAR found your bag!!!! Hahahahaha! If only he’d known what you were up to when it went missing!!! Hahaha!!!!

Damn straight….literally…I would most likely be damned. Probably am already….Oh well!