However this story turns out, I bet it involves or will involve karma. Ooh, sounds sinister, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, it’s not as dramatic as it sounds. You might find me appalling after my tale, or maybe you’ll just be a little disapproving, or maybe you’ll say, what a lucky bitch! But whatever your reaction will be, hell, I’m happy! Why? On Saturday, after a long day at work, I met up with my friend Belle in one of the shopping malls in Makati. While we were walking to the escalator, a woman ran after us, holding a small envelope. She held it out to us, told us that we seemed to have dropped it, and rushed off. She was gone before we could tell her it wasn’t ours. So we took out the content of the envelope. And guess what it was? It was a gift certificate from one of the classiest and most expensive department stores in the country. And it was worth thousands of pesos. Aside from the amount of money, the only thing that was written there was “To Pat”. Belle and I looked at each other. A smile gradually took shape on each of our faces, at the same rate and at the same time. Yes! So dude, let’s eat first, and then we’re spending this, okay? She asked me the question, and of course, all I could say was a big hell, yeah! Imagine two shopaholics being given a gift certificate for a posh store. We couldn’t believe our luck! I could not believe my luck. Let me explain something about myself. I’ve already told you readers how much of a shopaholic I am, right? Read past articles. Well, my so-called addiction/affliction has gotten worse since I started my new job. Now, I shop almost everyday because I want a new wardrobe for every working week. And because of that gift certificate, the amount of which Belle and I split between the two of us, in addition to a new pair of trousers, a new pair of white high-heeled sandals, and a new grey pullover (which I will cinch with a big red belt, pair with a grey skirt, and top off with red sandals), I was able to buy a brown, suede, belted blazer and another black dress to add to my collection of black dresses. My friend bought a pink designer baby tee, designer nail polish, and expensive toiletry. She made me promise to thank Pat on my site, and that’s why I’m here now. So Pat, wherever you are, whoever you are, whatever you are, Belle and I love you! We love you, dude! And that’s from the bottom of our hearts!!!
I started this story with a reference to karma, remember? The way I see it, this is either good karma for me because I have been a nice, decent, considerate person for the past months, or I will get bad karma as a consequence of this action. But we figured, what was the harm of spending it? We didn’t steal it. Somebody handed it to us. We didn’t know who Pat was (his whole name wasn’t on the certificate). And had we gone to customer service to report the loss, I’m pretty sure there would have been lots of Pats who would have staked their claim on it. Maybe the department store would consequently declare the cheque void. So what were two shopaholics to do? You got it right, dudes! Shopping was the only real solution to our dilemma. 
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