backpack

I finally caved and bought a new backpack. The old one broke in the airport when it was practically brand new. Thanks to decisive and persistent initiative on my part and awesomely responsive customer service, it looked a replacement backpack was going to be shipped to me in Jordan within the week. Given my back problems, a backpack is a significant investment, so it was well worth waiting. Unfortunately, things got botched when the person gave the shipping order; to make a long story short, I had no functioning backpack and could expect a new one to show up sometime between a week from then and never. I had already spent a week hugging my backpack to my stomache with both arms like a bag of groceries. When you're doing that with something that isn't a bag of groceries, you look like a moron. Also, you have no hands free. I found a fake Apple Store in Swaifiya that had suitable backpacks, which I thoroughly evaluated before leaving, and then came back to buy a few days later. (I do that.) So yes, I bought the new backpack, expecting to be bitter when the replacement showed up a week later and I had to sit around staring at three backpacks in my room. So far I've been vindicated, because sparse tracking data reveals that it sat in a warehouse in Illinois for ten days before even leaving the country. If it does make it, I'll give it to Marley, who was super-excited about it when I first bought it anyway. So all will be well, other than the ridiculous time-drain.