A Moment with Mr D

Mr D and I have had a few days off this week, and this morning we were in our nearest town, Camberley, having a wander around the shops.

I walked into a stationery shop, and picked up a couple of big envelopes that I needed, and when I'd bought them, I came out of the shop and was putting my wallet back into my handbag.

As I rummaged in my bag, I grabbed something hard and spiky, and when I lifted it out of the bag it was one of those life-sized plastic spiders that you see on the Hallowe'en decorations.

I let out an emarrassingly high-pitched yelp a muttered expletive and dropped the offending arachnid on the floor.

"Did you put that in my bag?" I snapped at Mr D.

"What?" Mr D replied, confused.

"That," I squealed, pointing at the floor; "that bloody plastic spider."

Mr D looked down at it, then up at me.  "I love how your default is 'DID YOU PUT THAT IN MY BAG, YOU GIT', and not, 'oh, I wonder how that got there?'

My bad...

(On reflection, I think my handbag brushed one of their hallowe'en displays as I walked in the shop)