She's at a picnic table reading what appears to be a MCAT/LSAT type book.
Placed next to her on the table is a very expensive looking purse - Fendi maybe or is that Gucci? It's hard to tell from where I'm standing. But regardless, it's expensive looking.
She starts to root around in the purse and she pulls out a case and puts on her reading glasses. Completely normal thing to do when reading.
I watch her some more. She reaches into her purse again and pulls something out without having to root around.
Good Gravy - she pulled out corn on the cob, unwrapped, no napkin, nothing protecting it from the purse contents or vice versa, and she mows into this cob like no ones business.
Is it just me or is it strange to have unwrapped, fully cooked corn on the cob in your purse? I understand a lunchbag, or even a baggie in the purse, but unwrapped?
Actually, since we are talking about purses, it's high time I mention that I've always had a purse aversion.
Girls who carried purses in my school invited taunts of being girly (woah, what a concept at an ALL GIRLS school). Being tough and rebellious was coveted and girls who worried about their make-up, enough to warrent a purse, were called slugs*.
why slugs? I'm not sure - the name had been inherited from previous generations in our school and it worked well.
Being a conforming non-conformist, I was never know for being overtly girly but I did occasionally channel Holly Golightly and carried a purse for smokes and liqueur carrying only. BUT only vintage purses from second hand shops and good will. Nothing new or god-forbid, trendy.
Now that I think about it, I guess I have never really shaken my purse-phobia.
I do own purses now - my fave is a wool houndstooth Kate Spade that I bought off eBay during my PPD months. Marathon nursing sessions drive you to do strange things (but the purse is so cute, functional, and well priced).
(I must stop with the justifications... but I can't... did I mention it matches my winter coat perfectly?).
The rest of my purses were snagged over the years at Zara sale time and are in strange offbeat colours and very seventies.
Where was I going with this... oh yes, what do I carry in my backpack since I don't carry a purse on a daily basis. I will now turn my backpack upside down and share the contents:
- the infamous dah-dee! c'ock which holds my subway tokens
- one of my little black books for jotting down post ideas and things I should be doing for MBT
- a wad of Dora stickers (aka BRIBES)
- grocery list: catfood, litter, toilet paper (it's all about pussy and shit these days)
- one lip balm in strawberry sorbet - yummy and I'm totally addicted
- one super awesome Origins lip balm in sugar cane - totally top swag from BlogHer that came in the cutest carry bag that I don't want to dirty up with my daily romps so I just carry the lip balm that I received from Emily & Cooper from The Motherhood.
- one fake-fur leopard (?) purse that has all my cards, id, and money (I *heart* the dollar store)
- a pen to write down stuff in the black book (ohhh turquoise - how girly)
- a receipt for groceries that has coupons on the back that I will never ever use
- no corn on the cob
I really love to be a voyeur into other people's world and holy heck, rifling through a purse or medicine cabinet can tell you tons about that persons life (or current medical conditions).
The strangest thing I used to carry in my bag was prep-H.
Back when I was single, foot-loose and fancy-free (translation: drinking on week nights), I often had the prep-H in my bag so when I got up in the AM and had to go to work, I could rub some on the eye-lids to reduce swelling - because it really works well on tired, swollen eyes after a night of partying.
AND I'll be damned, when I went to find a link for Prep-H - they mention using it for a face cream on the Canadian site.
Woah - I was way ahead of my time.