You Swapped My Bags, I'll Swap You
During a kindergarten parent-teacher conference, a rich wife accuses me of stealing her bag.
I'm baffled. I bought the bag myself abroad, and it even has my name etched on it. However, when I scrutinize the bag, I discover that my name is missing.
I call my husband, and he impatiently says, "I gave your bag to Jen. She's fresh out of college and needs an expensive bag to make herself look good. Even Finn said the bag is too young for you—it suits Jen more. You're too old for these things. You should be glad to even have a fake one."
I bark out an exasperated laugh. I can go without having a husband, but the bag has to be returned to me.