Purse Left Inside
Out on the sidewalk, realization struck me: I’d left my purse inside. Turning around, I headed back to the entrance hoping to retrieve it.
The crowd had thinned, but whispers followed my every step. Even outside, people were eager to discuss the unfolding scene.
Turning back toward the entrance, I prepared myself for another confrontation, unsure of how the staff would react.
Yet, my resolve was firm—I needed my belongings.