I wanted to look through them but didn't have a chance. When I got home from work there was this beautiful turquoise rain jacket laying in a laundry basket in the kitchen. I tried it on, and it fit PERFECTLY. I asked Eric who's it was, and he said "Yours!". He had picked it out of the lost and found bags because he knew I would like it.
I was so pumped about my new jacket, but he warned me "You know you have to give that jacket back if someone calls looking for it."
Of course I knew that, but what are the odds someone will call about it if they haven't already.
I guess the odds are pretty good because a few days later someone called looking for that jacket. I was pretty heartbroken, but someone paid good money for that jacket and they deserved to get it back.
Fast forward to yesterday. After our spa experience Peggy and I decided to do some shopping. I wanted to go to Warehouse One because our other co-worker, Kyra, is always getting nice clothes from there, for cheap. Plus they were having a sale, 50% off all clearance items on the last ticketed price.
And there it was. My jacket. There was only one left. It was the exact size of the one I had at home. It was originally $40 marked down to $30 and now $15 with the sale. I had to buy it.
I tried to on again to make sure, and started second guessing myself. Do I really need another jacket? Did I really want it now that I had to pay money for it.
I told Peggy the story and she insisted I buy it. How could I not?
Like Eric said when I got home and showed him, it was meant to be.
So here it is, the jacket...