backpack death
So I was forced into buying a new backpack at lunch today. I was putting my book away at the end of my lunch break, all chipper and dewy-eyed and ready for an afternoon of nose-to-the-grindstoning, when I heard a distinctive and ominous “ZZZZZZZZZZ… ZZZ… pt.”
The teeth of the zipper — from one side of the backpack all the way around the the other — became completely detached. Truly and utterly detached. No matter how well I was able to work the zipper mechanism in curious and devious ways detached.
I should have expected it, as it was a cheapo $10 model I picked up at Canadian Tire for carrying stuff around at tournaments. It really was being used far and beyond the duties for which I had purchased it. And considering I have had it for over a year and have used it quite frequently (most notably to carry stuff to the top of a pyramid), I should feel lucky and privileged to have been a small part of it’s remarkable service.
But… I was just pissed.
So, off I went to purchase a new model that’s faster! stronger! bigger! than before.
I should have all kinds of sage reasons why I picked that model — this is a blog, where opinions are king — but the fact is, it was on sale for 25% off and was the best colour there. And would allow my to carry my stuff from work to class to Ultimate and then home again today on my bike.
And really, what else do I need it for today?
*grumble*
