Superfluous Travel Item I Need (Kinda): Flybags 1-Quart Bag

I don’t like “making do”.

I probably should be more flexible. It certainly would help me a lot in my travels. Life would be easier. Because as it stands, I’m not great at improvising. Luke would have froze to death on Hoth because of me.

I am rambling, aren’t I? I blame it on the 104-degree-please-don’t-barf-on-the-carpet-and-it- smells-like-a-hobo-in-here yoga class I took. It might have cooked my brain.

But the point is, I like things to be precise, and “just so.” I need things to feel right (right angles are good, too). Make-shift doesn’t really work for me. And so, those easily trashed Ziploc bags that we’re forced to put our liquids in? I hate them. I feel wasteful using them. They break after one trip, they offer no support to anything I put inside, and they always looks kind of sad when I place them in the plastic bin. I mean, if your finances and options are limited, then I say go for it. But if you can, it seems like you should go for something durable and reusable, right? And, apparently, Flybags makes what I’m looking for.

I couldn't find a good picture of the Flybag product, so here's one of a tauntaun.

Here’s the issue, though: They want sixteen effing dollars for them. SIXTEEN DOLLARS. That’s eight times the amount for which the crazed paperboy chased Lane down a mountain. On principle, there is no way I could justify spending that much on something that probably cost $0.15 to make. What’s worse, they try to justify the price by adding a bunch of crappy bottles that I will likely throw out. Sigh.

So I keep using Ziploc bags. $2.50 for a box of 100. And I guess I’ll try and do something good with the change. Perhaps donate it to a wild tauntaun reserve or something. Those things exist, right?

Sigh. My brain really is cooked.

Oh, and p.s. – check out the Flybags website. The copy is TERRIBLE. It’s paranoid, hateful, and unintentionally-hilarious all at once. Oh, and this is their headquarters, proving that they really do operate out of someone’s garage.