Anyone else need their bag repaired?

I am working industriously as it is very busy at my work today. (So busy, in fact, that finding time to submit a blog entry is somewhat difficult. Never fear, though- I have conquered the laws of time and space to be here and write this entry.)

I have been charged with an important mission... to take my boyfriend's bag to the crumpler store for repair. It's a very important mission and I do not take it lightly. I have specific instructions:

1. The bag must arrive at the crumpler store at exactly 10:00am.
2. The bag repair dude must not have come to collect the bags prior to me delivering the bf's bag... I must check this, before dropping the bag off. If the repair dude HAS come, then I am NOT to deliver the bag. I repeat, NOT deliver the bag.

I glance at my clock and it is 9:59am. I stop what I am doing immediately (a very important memo, if you must know.) I dash up the street with the crumpler bag, bravely defying the rain with my lack of umbrella. I get to the store, and discover a mission-jeopardising fact: it is closed. It opens at 10:30am. I return to my office, a little more wet than I otherwise would prefer.

I get back to work, studious-like. I glance at my clock again and it is 10:31am. I race up the street, bag in hand. Having learnt from my previous experience, I take an umbrella, too. I get to the store, and notice that the lights are suspiciously dim. It is still not open. I kick and scream and curse my bf to hell a few times. A beautiful woman walks up to me, coffee in hand. "Don't worry, I am here!" Lucky I hung around to curse a bit, or I would have missed her. She has a lovely accent, and I am transfixed.

She hands me her coffee to hold whilst she opens the door. We walk in and I am surrounded by the glorious and colourful world of crumpler. She advises that the crumpler repair (dudette, in fact) has not yet been. (Thank goodness, or this would have all been for nothing.) I ask her about the timeframe of repair as the bf is adamant that he will only be without his beloved bag for one weekend. She leans over and whisper that there are no guarantees, but she will try her best... I hand the bag over regardless, so enamoured by her loveliness that I am no longer concerned about repair times.

I start to think nicer thoughts about my bf.