What to Do When Life Hands You a Giant Messenger Bag

I arrived home earlier this evening to find a wrapped package on my doorstep. It was here!

The background: I started a new job a few weeks ago (!), and the office is located smack dab in the center of Boston (!!), so despite the absolute joy that driving and parking in the city brings me, I figured I'd just buy a T pass and a proper messenger bag to shlep myself and all my junk from point A to point B each day. After some deliberation, I decided the Timbuk2 Classic Messenger in medium was the bag that would do the trick. I already own a Classic in extra-small, so I knew what to expect. Or, rather, I thought I did.

My first thought upon opening the package was egads. The thing was gigantic. I could have fit my whole bed pillow inside it and probably still have room for my head. Which got me thinking of all the wonderful things I could cram into it. Such as:

enough reading material for even the longest of airport layovers ....

... running gear for an after-work jog through the Common ...

... or even something (correction: nine somethings) to keep me from getting too lonely on a long journey. This bag is going to be fantastic!