I have a problem.
No, not my dog. He’s fine. Well, fine in that he hasn’t peed on my shoe in about a month. I tried to just take a picture of my bag, but every time I did, Jack would start biting my leg, so I had to agree to his terms of being in the picture. He can be such a diva.
It’s my bag.
It’s the bag that I use to carry my clothes that I use for the gym every day – and it’s an Eddie Bauer bag.
I carry a bag that proudly declares “Eddie Bauer” on its side every single day of the week.
Do you know who uses Eddie Bauer stuff?
Sure, he seems like he’s nice.
But he’s old. Very, very old. And while he may have been The Tops back in his day, it is safe to say that he is not on top of his game any longer.
Old people wear/use Eddie Bauer stuff.
I should not be using a bag that immediately adds 73 years to my life.
When people see me with this bag, they automatically assume I wear adult diapers, miss I Love Lucy and eat dinner at 1:30 in the afternoon.
They don’t understand that I am – in fact – Really Cool.
Even with a thumb in the picture I pulled off a “Man, I am too cool for this” look. Actually, I was just pissed off that the train was taking forever, but you get my point.
My bag is giving people the wrong idea about who I am as a person, and I have got to put a stop to it.
It’d be different if people didn’t judge others on material possessions, but c’mon – who the hell doesn’t do that?
(Now that you’re done here, please go read my guest post over at Oh! How Lovely! It’s amazing and will make you love life even more than that time you found that hidden bag of Doritos in your cupboard. And if you don’t regularly read Oh! How Lovely! start now.)