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The D.Gray-man messenger bag that Russell got me for Christmas broke today when I was leaving for work. I had it around my shoulders but I was sitting on the strap, so when I went to sit up I stretched the strap too hard and it ripped clean off. The sound made my heart stop, and it basically ruined my whole day. I had been at work for a normal 8 hour shift, nothing too crazy, but I was tired and I just wanted to go home. And with that, everything comes to a crashing halt. The only reason I was glad was the bag had been stained pink a little because I had bought a red hoodie, and I'm guessing the fabric bled onto the bag while it was pressed against me as I would come to work in it.
Then, as I tried to close it, the zipper tore off, to top it all off. I shoved the pieces I could hold onto in my pocket, and carried my broken bag in my two hands like it was a tray of food. I had considered walking home until that happened, so I sad at the bus stop cursing under my breath, my only relief that I had another bag at home and I could use that. The bag meant a lot and I didn't see how I could get it fixed, it would end being cheaper to buy a new one but I didn't want a new one.
So as I'm sitting there, an elderly lady starts talking to me noticing that I'm acting all mopey. I explained the situation with my bag and she said she could help me out with it. Apparently she is/was a seamstress, and she looked down at my bag and noticed the characters.
"Oh!" she says. "I remember those two from that cartoon! That was a good one that was."
I looked down at my bag to make sure we were talking about the same thing. Yep, she was looking at my D.Gray-man bag. I looked up at her big, smiling face, and couldn't help but chuckle and just nod back to her. I didn't have the heart to tell her there's almost no way she's seen it on television, not to mention it's still running.
"D.Gray-man." She's reading the title on my bag, obviously. "Now I remember that was the name of that one," pointing at Allen. "But I always forgot who the other guy was," looking at Lavi this time. I started laughing, still playing along with her. Seeing her laugh and get all excited when she was kinda on a downer a minute ago really brought up my spirits too. I did let her know his name was Allen, though she made no effort to correct her mistake, and I told her Lavi's name as well.
She sort of went on with it though, "Yeah, they don't make cartoons like that anymore. I just continued along with it, enjoying the company. I thanked her after she was done ranting, saying that our conversation made me feel a lot better. She laughed and said it was no big deal, and it that it felt to her like she had known me from somewhere, then she sort of quickly added, "...like from a past life, maybe."
That threw me off guard, but I made no noticeable reaction to it. After that little thing I asked her again if she would really help me fix the bag, and she nodded and mentioned that the bag probably broke because the zipper's teeth was plastic and it needed to be metal. It made me think of those "no returns" shops that sell shoddy Japanese merchandise that probably aren't licensed material (like the bag I'm guessing), that usually fluctuate at conventions, and I laughed at the thought of quality material. So we exchanged phone numbers and I said I'd call her some day soon. Her name was Brandi Lyn. "Brandi with an 'i' at the end," she said.
I'll have to stop at Joann's to buy some material. I'm kinda looking forward to it, I feel like I've made a new friend. whee
Edible Substance · Fri Jan 11, 2008 @ 08:52am · 2 Comments |
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