Chicken Juice

I like those little mini-carts you can use at Meijer. Two tiered, compact, you can maneuver around the whole store so easy. I had set my purse on the bottom rack, and started putting all the stuff in the top one. By the time I got to the rotisserie chicken there wasn't much room left (and the chicken has to be your last stop) so I just set it on top of everything else and made my way to the checkout.

I didn't really fully comprehend what had happened until I was paying the cashier and I reached into the abyss I call my purse and my hand became wet, and warm, and smelly. Papers were drenched in a carmel colored liquid and the lining of my purse was all wet and gross. Chicken Juice. It had poured out of its little home and was drenching the contents in my opened purse. It was sick.

I hate that feeling. I knew that the things in my purse (my life) were swimming in a gravy base and all I could do was pay the lady and hurry home to dump out the contents.

The dog greeted me right away as she pressed her nose into my purse. The entire handbag at this point smelled like dinner. As Lola was enjoying herself I began to assess the damage.

I dumped everything out and wiped down what I could. I pulled out another purse I was saving for spring (it just looks like spring) but decided I was no longer waiting for spring to arrive before using it. Desperate measures people, I wouldn't typically walk around late winter with a spring purse!

Transfer of purse belongings was a success...and then I had to try and figure out how to clean the lining of my juiced purse. I didn't think I could put it in the washing machine without destroying it so I pulled out the lining the best I could and soaked it in detergent water while trying to keep the exterior of the purse dry...The verdict isn't in yet. After one soak and rinse the purse still arouses the dog. I think it will need another go around.

Moral of the Story: Don't set you purse underneath a rotisserie chicken!