“They told me I couldn’t bring a backpack in,” he said.
“Backpacks are different. A purse is an extension of a woman’s body. All of my essential items are in here: nail clippers, lip balm, tissues, snacks, water, juice…” (No, I don’t have kids. That shit is for me.)
We walked up to the entrance. I read the sign in shock. It said, “NO PURSES.”
Well, I’ll be damned.
My purse and I crossed the threshold, into the land of antiquity. No one seemed to notice my transgression.