I have to share this. A few days ago at work I helped a sweet lady (reminding me of my Nana, everything from her walk to the way she carried herself) with making a decision about a new phone. It was just one of those sales that was fun and easy. It turned out that I couldn't resolve all her problems that day and I almost lost the sale because she lived so far away. Well, during our interaction I asked her about her little purse she had hooked to her bag. Turns out she makes them. I just loved it. She decided to come back out to see me today. I settled her into her new devices and went over the big "how to's" and she opened her bigger bag and pulled this little purse out. She said she wanted me to have it because I was so kind to her and I had made her day twice now. Guys, I about cried. I was so excited, and I had just mentioned her purses to a lady earlier in the morning. To top off the excitement, I opened it just now and my nose caught a familiar scent. You know that old, home smell? Like your grandparents house smell? It smells so much like my Nana's house and some of the stuff I used to play with at her house. I am just so in love with this little thing. Ms. Darlene, thank you so much. I needed you and your thoughtfulness very much.