Stuffing her do into the hat, glasses to hide tired tear stained eyes, she pulled at her bag and shut the door. It was a rainy Sunday, but the meeting was held in the park anyway.
This was one of her good days, and an anniversary of sorts, one year of sobriety. The AA leader decided meetings were now to be held in parks or other semi-public places. Who knows why, Virginia thought. Who wants to see a bunch of losers talking about their problems in public? She often thought of herself as a loser, but this morning was an achievement and she needed to hold on to that.
Under the makeshift canopy, Virginia stood up to receive her reward. “Hello, my name is Virginia, and I’ve been sober for one year today”.
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The Bag Lady 
Great story.
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