I wish it had more pockets. But it’s still great.

I have rolled this mofo about 20 miles so far, and it’s still going strong, even through the wind and rain and over the dog-poo-covered sidewalks of Paris and the urine soaked hallways of the City of Love’s infamous metro system. It fits all the stuff inside that I need for two days of work, including computer, books, make-up, change of clothing, hard-boiled egg, and blow-up pillow for the train ride. My only complaint is that it only has two pockets, and it really needs, like, 6. Or 3. I’d be happy with 3. The side pockets and mini pocket in front don’t count. They’re only big enough for tissues and small cords and used metro tickets and dog treats. I need bigger pockets for things like umbrellas and potato chips (big bag) and boxes of tampons and stuff like that. Friggin chips got smashed last week. *grumble … g.d. broken chips … grumble*

One thing I especially love is the handle. That’s dumb, probably, but there ya go. The cloth one is soft, flexible, but sewn on so tight I’m sure that if a bad man tried to come and steal my bag away from me, he’d have an easier time cutting my hand off than the bag handle to get it free. And the metal handle part, shaped like a “T” (T for “totally awesome”) is perfect not only for towing the bag behind but also for hauling it up stairs, even when there are 100 people pushing us from behind, because they are way more important than me and my Targus and must reach their destination before we do.

All in all, a good, solid purchase. Now, if the company who makes Targus bags comes up with one with more pockets, well, I’ll be the first in line to buy it. Until then, ONWARD, bold Targus-rolly-business-backpack-with-only-two-decent-sized-pockets!! Let us brave the cold, cold nights and dog-poo-covered sidewalks of Paris together once more…

Signed,
Elle Casey and her friend, the ever-faithful, Targus-rolly-business-backpack-with-only-two-decent-sized-pockets