as a 2-wheeler suitcase owner, i have felt discomfort and discrimination saved otherwise only for those who play loud music in public spaces. stares, murmurs, comments from my so-called 4-wheeler friends — or worse, the degrading snottiness of the 8-wheeling bourgeoise as my suitcases rattles and tips on a rock the size of a penny.
today i shook the chains of luggage classism and bought my first 4-wheel suitcase. after wheeling it about and pretending to be carrie bradshaw, i can only say one thing: those 2-wheelers are a blight upon my streets. i could never imagine being one.
