Unfortunately for me, a good date sort of ended with a stolen clutch.
I was mini golfing with John and must have set my zipper purse down for a minute when I realized I had left it behind. I went back for the thing and realized it was gone. It wasn't there, and no one on the course had it. These guys on the side of the place were driving away and laughing hysterically.
The purse didn't have too much cash in it, but it did have my debit card, Kohl's card, student ID, and license.
Mmmmm...the sweet taste of FAIL.
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