Like many American women, I have more than one purse. OK. I have several. American men have a long history of purse phobia. Yes, they fear our purses. A few even break out into a sweat after the ever-present eye roll.
Because I take the MARC commuter train into DC, I have my regular purse (wallet, lipstick, cell phone, etc.) and my “train” bag (everything else I need that would normally be in my car if it weren’t parked over 20 miles away).
Having to juggle the two bags through throngs of commuters makes my runway walk less than smooth. It also makes it tricky to gracefully pull out my access badge to get through the security check point at work.
Having to juggle the two bags through throngs of commuters makes my runway walk less than smooth. It also makes it tricky to gracefully pull out my access badge to get through the security check point at work.
As I wrestled with my bags one morning, I saw “the” look from one of the male security guards. To cover my fumbling, I explained that “women’s purses have their own alternate universes."
He said “What?”
I explained further (pointing to my train bag): “women’s purses have their own separate universes. That’s why things get lost in there. Just like a black hole.”
He gave out a big laugh and as I went up the elevator to my floor, I felt I scored a point for female-to-male communications. Yes!
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