Who: Maribel Santa-Cruz and OTA. What: Mari loses her cell phone, OTA offers to help her find it. Where: Subway. When: [Forward dated] Sunday around noon. Rating: Low (come on, it's Mari).
"Oh, come on. I know you're here somewhere"
It was a constant battle between Mari and her brain. Sometimes, she wondered how she could be so smart and still be so forgetful. She'd lose her head if it wasn't attached to her neck. There was enough proof in the fact that she lost just about everything she owned at one point in her life or another. Some of the lost articles were eventually recovered, but most would forever float in the strange dimension of lost items.
With her still wrapped up sub waiting for her at the table, Mari continued to dig through her purse. "And you just had to bring the big, ole purse today, didn't you?" she argued with herself, pulling out hair clip after hair clip from her purse and setting them aside on the table. How many pockets and zippers did this stupid purse have anyway? She was going to give her mother a piece of her mind for giving her this purse. It was lovely, but it was a death trap, especially for Mari.
She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated. It was making her hair wilder than it already was, and she looked like a possessed lioness searching for her lost cubs inside that purse. "Oh my gosh, a Tic Tac. I thought I'd run out."