I spend a fair amount of time, 2-3 hours, every day walking and sitting alongside total strangers. One of thousands of us - working people who commute from the outlying areas of Boston into it through various means. Trains, buses, cabs, carpools. And we all bring our stuff with us. Backpacks filled with laptops, books, notepads, shoes, lunches, whatever we feel we need to have with us to get us through the next 8 to 10 hours. I've been noticing because I have to buy a new purse. This is something that fills me with fear. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but women judge other women they see (not necessarily women they know) by two visible accessories, shoes and purses. They can tell you so much about a woman Is she practical or exotic? Is she struggling to pay her bills or one of the lucky ones who doesn't even look at a price tag? Does she walk a long way or just strolling from her car to her office? Is she fashion conscious or doe...
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