The bag
Over the weekend, I got a bag. I went to the luggage store on Broadway right next to Kosher Delight, and pondered their huge selection. From what I read, the little Timbuk2 messenger was good, so I stared at my choices. They had four. One had brown, which I didn't want because it wouldn't go with my black clothes. One was all-black. Too plain. So I had to choose either black-gray-silver or olive-orange-olive.
Olive-orange-olive! Which matches nothing!