About four weeks ago I bought a bag for a bargain of $60! (reduced from $75 because it was the last in stock)
About three weeks ago the sides began to tear. By today one side was not so much a side as a hole.
I hate returning things. Shop people judge you, staring you down as a delinquent criminal with insane tendencies who destroys property for kicks.
But I put on my big girl panties and went to the shop. I said “Look, my bag that I bought from you is broken,” and he said, “I’m sorry about that, please pick any other one in the store.”
So clearly that was a really traumatic experience for me. And look, the new one has reinforced sides!
This is Julia, being grown up.