Two years ago I borrowed a travel bag from my mother. It’s perfect since it matches all airline hand luggage size restrictions but is still big enough to fit a whole week of clothes, my computer, books and all kinds of shit with its many pockets. Being the perfect travel bag, it’s been my hand luggage on all my trips and I travel quite frequently. My mum’s been wanting it back though and after two years of nagging I decided to return it, emptied all the little pockets, then turned it upside down and guess what fell out? A fucking knife!
