why it's good to live here

so we were at carrefour again today for the fridge debacle. (the broken one was picked up this morning, more on this tomorrow.) in my haste or perhaps fog of disbelief, i somehow managed to drop julian's diaper bag in the parking lot of the mall before i left to go home. i didn't realize it until about 5 hours later when i went to get something out of it.

slight freak out ensued until serge pulled me away from the ledge and said, "don't worry, people don't steal things here." since "trust no one" is practically tattooed on my arm, i was skeptical. i thought to myself, "self, it's only stuff. it's replaceable. get over it." 

yet still, i piled julian into the car, hightailed it down to the mall and visited the information desk. lo and behold, in the control room was julian's diaper bag. and the security guy goes, "if you lose something next time, come here and it will be here." i had better get some of that tattoo removal stuff.

so in nj i would have said it was time for a drink to settle the nerves. since you can't get alcohol out (unless you go to a 5 star hotel), i settled for a delicious cup of coffee and piece of baklava, which only set me back about 60 cents. not bad, i say. not bad at all.