Saturday 15 March 2014

67. The Suitcase and The Nutcase


5th March 2014, John Lewis, Canary Wharf, London
My parents got me this wonderful gigantic pink Titan suitcase for my 20th birthday. I was 25 when I broke it and my packing technique has since been… Well let’s just say interesting.

For the last two years or so, I have travelled around with a Norwegian trekking style back pack wherever I’ve gone. And whilst it worked when walking through the Himalayas, it has not quite fit the picture when checking into 5 star hotels.

It was time. I needed a suit case fit for the grown up people expect me to be. Preferably a leopard printed one with tassels.

I had to settle for a practical sturdy one. At least it is pink.

Following an incident with the pink Titan suitcase I have learned the hard way to always mark up your suit case. Let’s just say, the assumption that no one else will have the same suit case can lead to coming back to your parents’ house and find the suitcase you brought with you from the airport filled with salami. Plus a pair of giant sized man pants and a half drunk bottle of beer with a screw cap.
 
Unfortunately, the only thing available in my house to mark up the suit case were Waitrose stickers from my last shop. They don’t exactly say ‘cool’. I’m sorry for shaming you bag.
 
Any bets at how long the new suit case will survive?

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