Alright, I can understand the utility of a bag with wheels. The Egyptians got it, I get it. But at a certain point in your journey, you are going to have to exert some degree of effort. Life is not supposed to have wheels, or god would have put wheels on sandwiches.
All I’m saying, Mr. Rollybags, is that you look like someone who could use the exercise of picking up a bag every once and a while. It makes your prematurely balding, L.L. Bean, eggplant shapped physique that much less sexy.
