Running over purse just mean

Recently, I accidentally left my purse on the roof of my car and drove away. When I noticed, I proceeded home to find a very nice man from the barber shop on Stephens Street picking my things off the ground.

He told me he was on his way out to grab it, when a truck swerved to hit my purse. This ruined my purse and all its contents. My cell phone was in there and my personal information was spread all over Stephens.

Just so whoever hit my personal property knows, a woman’s purse is her life. So when you hit my purse, you hit me. How dare you think that’s funny. How would your mother, sister or grandmother feel?

I have returned both a wallet and a cell that I found and would never have thought about destroying or taking them. May this never happen to another woman. I know our purses are very important to us. A special thanks to the man at the barber shop who tried to save my stuff.

Darla Jones

Roseburg