Angry @ my Pants

Have you ever found yourself angry at an inanimate object?  So much so that you couldn't stand to look at it anymore?

I've actually had that experience twice now.  The first time was years ago while I was away on business in Ottawa.  That Christmas we had received a $100 gift card from work as a Christmas bonus.  I took my gift card in early January and decided to use the whole thing to buy a nice purse for everyday work use.  At this point in time it was the most I had ever spent on a handbag.  And it was a beautiful camel coloured Liz Claiborne bag.  I received numerous compliments on the bag.  All in all I was feeling it was a great purchase, it fit all of my work documents, lunch, usual purse contents, etc...

Early March I was on business in Ottawa, and of course had taken my fab new bag.  Day 2 into my week long trip, my bag broke.  That's right, the stitching completely unravelled and the handle came right off the hardware buckle, and it slipped off my shoulder and onto the dirty gravel.

I was Angry!  It was the most money I had ever spent on a purse up to that point in time, and it was my first one to ever break.  While I was away on business, and unable to just come home and switch to another one!
I was forced to purchase, which fueled my anger.
So I went to a nearby Zellers, and purchased the cheapest handbag I could find.  It's important to note here that it was also Liz Claiborne but this time only $10, and I still own it today, several years later.

I was so Angry with the offending purse, that I was planning to throw it out.  I ended up giving it to a friend, who said it was repairable, and shouldn't be thrown out.

Yesterday, was my second such anger experience.  Ironically enough it was another article of the Liz Claiborne brand - this time my pants.

I am innocently using the ladies room @ work, when I notice that the stitching has come out at the seam of my pants in the read-end.  So there's this hole in my pants, which I just notice around 2pm.  And it's pretty low down, so no shirt or sweater is going to cover the offending area. 
Suffice it to say that I did a very good job of sitting for the rest of my workday.

After work, I was slotted to go to my Mom's place.  When I got there, I was so angry @ my pants that I threw them out.  So then my dilemma became, what to wear home, since my pants were in the trash.  I have spare PJs @ my Mom's, so I wore pajama bottoms home.

Here's the moral of the story - if I get angry I like to throw the offender in the trash (so don't make me mad when we're around a garbage bin).

Hopefully it'll be several years before this phenomenon resurfaces again....