Recently I agreed to review a suitcase that is a backpack because I thought it would be pretty cool to have a suitcase that is a backpack. All I would have to do was blog about the suitcase that is a backpack and it would be mine. Magic. At first I was enamoured with my suitcase that is a backpack…
See that gaze? That is what I look like when I’m in love.
But soon I found because the straps were flappy, one was catching under the right wheel. There was a near straptastrophe. I was devastated. I wheeled my suitcase that is a backpack to the top of stairs and had to carry it like my regular suitcase, which I am also enamoured with – but because it makes me look important, and I am very important, not because of its utility.
It is true I could have put the straps in their strap pocket whenever I wanted to wheel the thing – but this would defeat the point of the slick ground-to-back-in-seconds joy that having a suitcase that is a backpack is supposed to give.
I still pine for a suitcase that is a backpack which seamlessly incorporates straps that don’t catch under wheels. It would be great for all my train journeys. But I’m not that bothered.
This post is quite blatantly sponsored, in this case by Sports Direct.
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