imagine youre me, and for your whole life, for as long as you can remember, you've had this brown with gold hardware monogram lv suitcase that's gone with you to like, every vacation. and you got it from your grandmother (it was hers first) who you love alot, and now you're 23 and you still have this suitcase, it's actually the only one you've ever owned and you love it so much. and you go to florida to visit your grandmother, and the airline manhandles your fucking suitcase and now the zipper is all messed up, not so badly that you can't use it but definitely badly enough that it needs a repair or it Will be unusable soon. and imagine you are so so sad and woeful and lamenting your poor suitcase for like two weeks, before you go to your girlfriend's apartment and see a purse on the couch. and you're like where did you get that? and she's like, i found it on the table of stuff in this apartment building where people leave unwanted things up for grab. and its a GODDAMN BROWN WITH GOLD HARDWARE MONOGRAM LV PURSE.