Sheilaclapkin's Blog;

I had an interesting experience when we went into the Museum of Tolerance with our Brandeis group. We had to go through a metal detector.(17 of us) When we left the museum, the lady I drove with got all upset at the car and said the guy never put her keys back into her purse.  I do not know what happened, but I could see into her purse for a moment as if it were clear plastic.  I saw her keys right there. I asked her if I could put my hand into her purse, she said yes. I didn’t even rummage around, I just put my hands right on the keys and pulled them out.  The ladies were stunned and woweyed me etc. For some reason, they had a great deal more respect for me on the way to lunch. So I took advantage of that. I got them the number 1 parking place right behind the restaurant. They said they think I am psychic. No, I am not, but did not mention that I used to live in that community for 5 years when I was having our babies. (Cheviot Hills, West L A.) And besides Century City is right there where my parents lived and we went that way twice a week for years and years.  So getting parking was not hard.  But the key thing, well, I am also amazed. Seeing through purses is not my ordinary thing.