The Great Bag Hunt

The last five weeks I have gone shopping almost every weekend, looking for a good messenger bag. I've lost count of the American Eagles, Pac Suns, Aeropostales, and various preppy clothing-type stores that I've been in--none of which had messenger bags. Clutch bags, purses, backpacks...everything a trendy young teenager could want. Problem: I am neither a trendy young teenager (my sister wrote me a birthday card a few years ago on the occasion of my 20th birthday, proclaiming, "Dear Ducky, you are OLD") nor do I want a clutch bag, purse, or backpack. Thus the long and fruitless search. Well, not entirely fruitless; during one trip I had an raspberry Orange Julius with a banana blended in. It was very good.

Today I finally found a good bag at Aeropostale. I was hoping to find one in a lighter khaki or a camo pattern, but this one will work for me. The price, especially, works for me: it was originally $30, then marked down to $20--but when I took it to the cash register, it turned out to be $6.46. I couldn't believe my eyes; I was literally frozen for a moment until the cashier informed me that yes, it really was that price, although I could still pay $20 and let her keep the difference if I wanted.

I am quite glad to have found the bag, since (1) I don't have to lug around my gigantic (though very nice) laptop bag any more and (2) I can now stay home or do other stuff on weekends. Major props to Killer, who came along on every trip. Without her, I would still be wandering around a mall somewhere, hopelessly lost.