Science geeks, take note

[burlyprotector]

Every morning when I get to work and open my shoulder bag (yes, I'm officially an adult; as of August, I finally started using the shoulder bag I bought months earlier; I was hesitant to kick that overgrown schoolboy LL Bean look), this mysterious stink rises out of it, some gassy offspring of the peanut, lead and soggy paper conglomerate that

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[anonymous]

The bag is fucking pissed to have been brought to work, and is expressing its displeasure. This happens to my entire person whenever I set foot on the campus of the university where I teach. "What?" it seems to exclaim. "You brought me here again? What were you thinking?" I was thinking, of course, that I need to pay my rent, even if it makes my life miserable. But try explaining that to a bag.

Kara