Some time ago, I discovered totes. I mean seriously, what did I do before these handy little bags? My first tote came from my grandma. Along with a purchase of socks, she got a free tote. Lucky for me, she didn’t know what to do with the black bag lined with hot pink. Why are older women so confused if there is not a zipper? It’s not like I’m dumping out everything I own all over the streets. I don’t need a zipper to keep my things in order.
After that black tote began to rip and tear, I realized that I needed to find a replacement. A free bag from who knows where can only last for so long. I was thumbing through one of my Mom’s Land’s End catalogues when I found an array of totes, coming in all shapes and sizes. Within minutes, I purchased one online that was on sale. A useful bargain; who can pass that up?
I toted that pink bag around from class to class. When I went to Panera Bread to study on the weekend, my tote was by my side. I even transferred my iPod and running shoes into it when I hit the gym.
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