In The End, Bagless
After I got my Louis Vuitton wallet stole from an internet cafe in London, the first thing I did when I got home was buy a new one. Ok, a new two. I bought the green Prada that I use every day: 
And this Louis to replace my old one, which might have been fake, I'm not sure. I bought it from a professor who had gotten it as a gift from a student. Anyway, here's the real one that I bought: 
I used the new Louis, let's say, three times. Soon, the green leather of the Prada fit my life better. I still use it to this day.
Flash-forward a year. I need a work bag. I need a bag to take my lunch in. I finally have a real, full-time job, and I need an adult bag. The Damier speedy, perfect! 
My father once told me that the customer is always right. He used to work in personnel at a major department store and told me how if the customer complained enough he had to give in, because the customer was always right. Perfect. Here I have an essentially new wallet, with the receipt and original packaging. Yes, it's a year old and the return policy is store credit within ten days of purchase, but still. The customer is always right. I'm going to go into Louis Vuitton, return the wallet for store credit, and pay the difference for a Damier Speedy. Perfect, done deal.
"We only take returns within ten days. I'm sorry." The woman behind the counter...
