I don’t like “making do”.
I probably should be more flexible. It certainly would help me a lot in my travels. Life would be easier. Because as it stands, I’m not great at improvising. Luke would have froze to death on Hoth because of me.
I am rambling, aren’t I? I blame it on the 104-degree-please-don’t-barf-on-the-carpet-and-it- smells-like-a-hobo-in-here yoga class I took. It might have cooked my brain.
But the point is, I like things to be precise, and “just so.” I need things to feel right (right angles are good, too). Make-shift doesn’t really work for me. And so, those easily trashed Ziploc bags that we’re forced to put our liquids in? I hate them. I feel wasteful using them. They break after one trip, they offer no support to anything I put inside, and they always looks kind of sad when I place them in the plastic bin. I mean, if your finances and options are limited, then I say go for it. But if you can, it seems like you should go for something durable and reusable, right? And, apparently, Flybags makes what I’m looking for.
Here’s the issue, though: They want sixteen effing dollars for them. SIXTEEN DOLLARS. That’s eight times the amount for which the crazed paperboy chased Lane down a mountain. On principle, there is no way I could justify spending that much on something that probably cost $0.15 to make. What’s worse, they try to justify the price by adding a bunch of crappy bottles that I will likely throw out. Sigh.
So I keep using Ziploc bags. $2.50 for a box of 100. And I guess I’ll try and do something good with the change. Perhaps donate it to a wild tauntaun reserve or something. Those things exist, right?
Sigh. My brain really is cooked.
Oh, and p.s. – check out the Flybags website. The copy is TERRIBLE. It’s paranoid, hateful, and unintentionally-hilarious all at once. Oh, and this is their headquarters, proving that they really do operate out of someone’s garage.