I went to the post office this morning to pick up my fabulous new shoes:
A child there, who it seems was the son of the people running the shop, accused me of having a “girl’s bag”. This is my bag:
I would suggest that this bag could be worn proudly by someone of any gender, but apparently I am mistaken. Unfortunately I couldn’t say what I was thinking (“yeah, well you’ve got a girl’s FACE”) as his dad was there, and he looked significantly harder than me. I’m never sure quite how far you can take banter with seven year olds, anyway. I tried to assure him it was definitely a man sack but he was having none of it. “Hahah, girl’s bag, girl’s bag!” So picked up my parcel and left with my tail between my legs.
It could have been worse – his mum told me that last week he’d asked a lady posting a letter why she was so fat. Oh, sweet innocence.