I got to learn her name after my ordeal.Untill that moment, she was a total stranger who understood the language of smiles,sight and polite civility."My name is Derby" she told me."Mine is Destiny" i responded back;completing the introduction.
We had some few minutes of animated sharing,during which my disengaged Brassiere found it's way into my handbag and thereafter she was off on her way,leaving me to handle the rest and the exchange of thoughts that followed from a male who had watched the drama unfold around him,arousing enough of his curiousity to ask questions since it was obvious to him i had never met Derby before.
Within the next few minutes we talked about bags.A lady's bag.We talked about how much of a treasury a woman's bag can be.Holding all the valuable and delightful things...even the mundane.We talked about my bag. Spotting a mischievous smile on my face i gave thought to my bag...every woman's bag.
God help you if you get caught!