On The Fringe

On the way to the UCLA Faculty Center for a memorial, I said this to my adorable mother-in-law:
"Look at you with the fringe handbag. You look so hip and happening."
"Thank you."
"I've never seen that bag before."
"Yes, you have."
"I don't remember."
"I gave it to you for your birthday last year. You didn't want it."
"Oh, man."
"You said it wasn't you."
"Yikes."
"So I decided it was me."
"Too late to ask for it back?"
"Yes."