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I wasn’t sure I would like this bag, but I found out quickly that it was the bag for me. When Jil (the elderly neighbor next door) asked me to start running errands for her because of her troubled hips, I knew that I didn’t want to get bamboozled by all of the cheap bag producers out there. “Quality, Made in the U.S, sturdy, and durable,” are in all of the descriptions, but when the old lady, Jil, asked me to do some serious errands, I knew that I needed to find a bag that I could trust. One with Craftsmanship, Integrity, and extra storage, was the bag for me.I admittedly went through 37 bags in one week. Straps broke, bottoms busted out, zippers stuck, buckles broke, linings leaked, and fabrics melted. I could not take it any longer. I spent more on bags than I ever spent on boxes. This overcharging of mass-produced lower quality bags needs to end.Monday rolled around and Jil needed 4 gallon jars of sweet pickles pronto. The regular dill ones were just too much for her fragile tastebuds, so they had to be sweet. There were some other smaller items on the list (bengay, denture cream, and some jello mixes) but the bulk of the load was the pickles.I asked myself out loud because it sounded better than in my head, “how am I going to carry all these pickles?”We’ll just as it happens, I see the delivery man at my front door with another shipment of bags.“Just in time,” I thought.I trotted over to the porch to see the boxes that contained my bags. I didn’t carry them inside, for there was just no time for shenanigans. I tore open the first box. Bags. 12 of them. I sifted through them, and realized that they were all to small. I ripped open the second box, and low and behold, heavens gates had just opened. Within the rubble of torn cardboard and packing plastic, stood the Oakley Men's Enduro 2.0 30L Backpack!! I was taken aback. I gasp for air, but almost fainted. I could not believe my eyes, it was the perfect pickle size! I threw the bag upon my back and galloped swiftly to the store to run this critical mission.Would the pickles fit? I’m sure they would. But I wasn’t going to give up until I tried. Once I reached the store I greeted the greeter, but she did not greet me. I felt played. Regardless, I was on a quest, there was no time for mind games.Finding the pickles was no challenge for me, as it was an isle that I frequently visited. Alas! There they were. Green and golden bottles, frozen in time, filled with nectar of the heavenly blossoms. I reached for a jar and inserted it into my bag. Ok three more to go. As I carefully placed the jars in my bag, I wondered why life was so fickle. There we have it! 4 gallon jars safe and secure. I zipped the bag to make sure it would close and it did. I stood up and looked down at a beautiful thing. 4 jars of pickles in my bag. I picked it up and threw it around my back. This bag is amazing. Even Jil said that she could taste the difference in how her pickles tasted! She gave me an extra $5 tip for being so speedy and dependable. Never again will I settle for sub-par. Invest in a bag that pays dividends every single day.UPDATE 4/8/23The bag is still being packed, stuffed, filled, crammed, jammed, and loaded on a near daily basis….though I no longer deliver groceries to Jil (the elderly neighbor). As it turns out, she won the lottery and moved out to California to pursue her dreams of becoming a famous actress. You’d think she would have thanked me with a bag of money for my years of painstaking errands and deliveries for her, but no... Gone without a trace, and she even left her dog at her house (which was weird), but I ended up adopting it and named it Jil (it’s previous name was Adolf). Who names their dog Adolf? Anyways… the dog actually sits in the bag as I run errands for more appreciative and grateful people than Jil ever was (the lady, not the dog). I have to carry it in the bag, and carry groceries and stuff in other bags, because Jil has a tendency to attack and bite my ankles when I have her on a leash. She is not the friendliest of dogs, and when I put her in the bag, I leave the top open so she can breath, but sometimes I hear her back there actually biting her own ankles. I don’t know what to make of it. She has some kind of anger problem with ankles for some reason. Anyways, the bag is holding up nicely, and I highly recommend it to random strangers on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Some people actually have tried to buy the bag off me, but I respectfully decline their offers. I will try to update this review in another year or so. Be safe out there. It’s a crazy world these days.
