Thursday, March 12, 2015

In the bag

I was waiting in line at Panera Bread the other day. Well, not “in line”, because PB just can’t seem to master the notion of customer management; so I really mean “I was waiting in the area that includes the bakery display, the coffee urns and the registers (of which there are four, but I’ve never—no matter how many customers are waiting—seen more than two in use concurrently) and where customers congregate in a loose aggregation”.

At any rate, a young woman was conferring with a member of staff, when I noticed her handbag. Or, shoulder bag. Or gigantic, shiny tote bag.


(Apologies for the picture quality; I was taking it on the fly while trying not to look like a sociopath.)

I was just trying to figure out what a “kiss-hug-kiss-hug bag” might be. Or why you’d want to carry it around.



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