When I was a kid, I got a purse for Christmas. It was cute. Leather-ish, I think. And I was so disappointed when I opened the box it was in, because the box was for a remote control car.
I thought I was getting a remote control car, which was ten freaking times better than a purse. I didn’t do purses. I still don’t. I’m not a purse person (does that nee…