Something like - "bag, parasol and me."
the Bulgarian version here - Късметлийка / may 22th 2012, Tuesday/
I hurry after work. I'll buy this cake from a confectionery and go straight to my mom. The cake is expensive, but we have reason. Today my mom out of the hospital!
I go in, order, pay. The cake is in a very beautiful and big box. I go to the first table by the door and leave my bags. Take out a large plastic bag so I more comfortable carry this cake. I grab it, the jacket, the blue cloth bag with the words "POBEDA" * and run!
Oh, I say, let me take an yogurt. Now, let's reverse procedure - of the luggage I leave the cake, the jacket, the blue bag and oops! My ladies bag is gone! Not real! Such a small, with caramel color ... It's gone!
I again grab the cake, the jacket - in the morning's cold, the blue bag, in which is now the umbrella and wear my clothes - tonight I'll sleep in the apartment of my mother, so I have so much luggage ... Run back to the next intersection, where on the tram stop is the confectionery.
I left all my hope. I haven't money in handbag, but documents and keys! My knees are getting soft.
Here I'm already at the door. And OMG - it's there! One small and with a color of wasp insolation, such as me. "Sits" quietly on the chair. Don't believe it!
Grab it! At this hour of the day the confectionery begins to fill with people, but only a seller looked at me. She winks - "Lucky!" - Or is it my imagination??!
* cloth bag with the words "POBEDA" - advertising factory for biscuits and candies