I was listening to KUT (our local PBS station) the other morning and they do these snippets where Austinites talk about their experiences here and tell some quirky story. In this particular segment a woman was saying how fifteen years ago she left her purse in the bathroom on the UT campus. When she realized she had left it behind she quickly went back to retrieve it. By then it was already "gone". That's the word she used. Gone. Like it had flown off on its own. She didn't say "stolen" which we all knew it was. It was as if "stolen" was the word that must not be named.She goes on to say that fifteen years later she got a phone call from the UT police saying they had found her purse. The thieves (she did not use such a coarse word) had taken the cash and left it behind an office filing cabinet on campus and it had just been discovered. I was at a loss at to which aspect of this story was supposed to be heartwarming. That her purse was stolen in the first place? That it took the UT police fifteen years to recover it? That someone hadn't cleaned behind their filing cabinet in FIFTEEN YEARS?