Dudes, I'm not carrying a purse. I've made it just fine without one my entire life. I don't care if it's a "tactical marpat shoulder carried defensive pouch", it's still a goddamned purse and I'm not carrying it. I hate lugging crap around with me everywhere I go. Shit, I haven't made it ANYWHERE in a reasonable amount of time since I got married. Purses foster a sense of helplessnes. All I need is a wallet, my keys, a knife, and a fucking pistol. End of story.
Fuck, I can't even get in the goddamn car in a resonable amount of time anymore, unless I'm solo.
ME:1. Unlock door via keyless entry as I'm walking out to the car.
2. Open door.
3. Sit the fuck down, while placing the key in the ignition.
4. Close the door.
5. Start the damn car, and drive off. Simple.
WIFE:1. Walk out to car.
2. Walk back to house, because she forgot to lock the house.
3. Walk back to car.
4. Walk back to house, because she forgot something that isn't already in her luggage/purse somehow.
5. Fumble for keys in purse.
6. Untangle 90 keys and 40 keyrings.
7. Attempt to unlock car. Try the handle.
8. Turn the key the other way.
9. Open driver side door.
10. Open passenger rear door.
11. Place what must be supplies of sufficent quantity to justify an airlift in the back seat. The trunk is already full.
12. Close doors.
13. Adjust seat.
14. Adjust seats again.
15. Adjust backrest.
16. Adjust backrest again.
17. Adjust mirrors, depite not having moved since the last time.
18. Adjust mirrors again.
19. Drive off.
18. Turn around and come back. Something is missing, and the suspension will surely hold another 20 pounds or so before bottoming out.
FUCK!Now that I got that out of my system, continue with the man bag discussion.