I use my Yoda backpack fairly often because it’s just the right size to hold a water bottle and a few other things. I’m not that great at being organized, so sometimes I prefer taking that places as opposed carrying something bigger that I can stuff full of crap I don’t need. I thought maybe people would think it was weird that a 30-year-old owns such a goofy thing, but no one’s given me any sort of trouble for it. People do crack up at it at times—occasionally while I’m completely oblivious because I forget I’m wearing the thing—but that’s to be expected.
I’m just beginning to think it might be too cool for the masses.
I brought it to a couple of my injection appointments so I could keep a book, 3DS, and iPod on hand while I waited. (I never know what I need. Sometimes, it’s quiet enough to read, but at other times, I need to cancel noises out) I didn’t really think much of it because I often bring it to appointments.
Today, a nurse picked it up so she could stash it under the bed while they wheeled me to the surgery room and I jokingly said she’d better put that down and not run off with it.
Then she told me that “they” (I have no idea who was involved in this) had taken pictures of themselves with it last time, but oops, they didn’t ask for permission because I was under sedation.
I find it funny but kind of creepy at the same time. Oh my God. It’s my fucking backpack. That’s all it is. What is wrong with you people? Why can’t you wait until I’m conscious before handling my belongings?
I suppose if I ever go in for another appointment, I’ll put some effort into cleaning my biggest, not-very interesting purse and see if I can just cram everything in that. And never show them my cool Catbug backpack after I get one.