What's in you wallet?

The woman’s purse has held more consistent mystery than any other bag carried among humankind. It is every child’s playground and every man’s fearful curiosity. From a young age I came to know the essentiality of the purse, and I very soon joined the ranks of the generations of women before me. Every generation has both similar and unique items in their purse that reflect their lifestyle. Going through my purse you would find me to be a very prepared and organized person; I have lotion, lip balm, a compact mirror, hair accessories and gum for freshening up. I also carry Aspirin and IB Profen in case anyone is in need of a pain killer. Hand sanitizer is a life saver when you find yourself in a soap-less predicament. The pocket calculator I carry is most handy when I don’t feel like doing math in my head.

From my wallet (which I carry in my purse) you can tell I shop the sales, I have a rewards card for just about every store in my town. From my medical cards you would know where I work. You would also know that I enjoy movies and books when you happen upon my Blockbuster and library cards. My cell phone would reveal what time of the morning I get up and the names and numbers of my friends, family and coworkers. Also in my wallet you would of course find my recent financial history from my checkbook and would quickly discover I carry no cash or change (nuts to you! Serves you right for rummaging through other people’s bags!). From my license and insurance cards you would find out my age, height, weight, the color of my eyes, and what type of car I drive (if you hadn’t already guessed from my nifty VW car key that snaps out of the remote like a switchblade-I love that!). On my keychain you will find a 1” tall replica of the Eiffel Tower (this is because I love Paris and plan to visit there someday), my house keys, and my awesome car remote/Key that I mentioned above. All of these are attached to one of those lanyards that everyone has on their keychain so they don’t lose them. The lanyard has the name Fort Hood, TX on it, from this you could guess that either I or someone close to me is in the Army.

What people couldn’t know from looking in my purse/wallet is what wonderful family and friends I have (I carry no pictures; they make my wallet look fat); nor could you tell what type of person I am, whether I’m quiet and shy, or a bubbly socialite (well maybe perhaps a little from the texts and minutes used on my cell phone). From my purse/wallet you couldn’t guess my moral values, work ethic, or what motivates my life and forms my character. Even with the contents of my purse/wallet revealed, I’m still a mystery.