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I have seen other women do it. I know it can be done.

I just cannot figure out how to gracefully ride my bike while carrying my purse.

Now, I get it. That’s what backpacks are for. But sometimes a girl gets tired of lugging around a backpack, and on a day she doesn’t have class, she just wants the minimal amount of stuff with her.

I think I knew as soon as I got on the bike that I’d made a mistake. But I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to be stubborn enough to try it anyway.

The first few blocks were wobbly at best.

  • I tried putting the bag on my shoulder. It slipped.
  • I tried sitting up straighter. Still not helpful.
  • I contemplated sitting the bag in front me, kind of on the handlebars. And I almost fell over just thinking about it.

Eventually, I thought I’d found a winner. I was holding the bag in my right hand, so that it was hanging parallel to the bike. Or so I thought.

But if it had been truly parallel, I wouldn’ t have heard sounds like chhhhhhshhhh. Eeeeieieieieie. Oh, yes. Those are the sounds you hear when your purse gets caught in your wheel. Or, more specifically, between the fork and the wheel.

And this is what happens:

It looked worse before I cleaned up all the dirt/grease/gunk. Kind of like when you get cut and there’s blood everywhere, but the cut itself isn’t so big. Exactly like that.

So, on the one hand, I know this doesn’t look awful, but on the other, this bag was a gift from the boyfriend’s mom, and I’d really like to get it fixed before I see her again.

I’d also like to figure out how other women manage this feat. Seriously, there must be some sort of balancing trick I can learn. I can’t afford to have all of my bags looking bike-chewed.

Maybe on the way home I’ll just try wearing it around my neck.

Classy.

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A few weeks back one of our softball captains, Vandy, came up to me in the office to touch base about a game that he was going to be missing.

Vandy: “Are you going to the game tomorrow?”

Me: *nod*

Vandy: “And is the boyfriend [who also plays] coming by to walk down with you guys?”

Me: “I know he’ll be there, but I’m not sure if he’ll come here, first. Why?”

Vandy: “Well, we just need someone to carry the equipment bag down to the field. I have it at my desk.”

Me: “Um…I can carry it down.”

Vandy: “I don’t know. It’s pretty heavy. Let me just check.

Me: “Vandy. I can carry the equipment bag. It’s not that heavy.” (Side note: It wasn’t even the bat bag. This one just had gloves, bases, and balls.)

Vandy: “Yeah…well…let me go see if any of the other guys are around.”

I shook my head as he walked away, mostly amused by his insistence and only vaguely insulted.

But then, just last night, I was picking up a package at the front desk of my apartment building and it happened again.

Front Desk Guy: “I don’t know. This box looks pretty heavy. I don’t know if you can handle it.

Me: “Well, why don’t I just try it and we’ll find out.

FDG: “Eh…are you sure? I mean it’s pretty big.” *eyes me up and down*

Me: You’ve got to be kidding me! Just give me my damn package! “I’m sure. Let’s just try.

Now, I appreciate FDG’s concern, really, I do. But as soon as he passed me the box I couldn’t believe how long he’d stalled. It’s not that it was light (it was a case of wine, sent by Mama, sadly NOT for my consumption), but it was only about 30 pounds! (Yes, you bet your ass I weighed it when I got upstairs.)

I may not have the guns of a body builder (not a bad thing, I don’t think), but I also don’t look like I’m going to break if I get pushed, so what gives? Consideration is nice and all, but I’m a big girl, fully capable lifting and carrying large objects.

Plus, suggesting that I can’t do something is only going to make me want to do it more.

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