Clown Car of Backpacks

My car is done broke, so I’ve been grocery shopping on the bus or my bike. Saturday was far too snowy for bike riding and I didn't feel like waiting for the bus, so I pulled on my galoshes and warm layers and walked to the grocery store. And the library and the thrift store and the dollar store. After about five miles, I wasn’t footsore, but my back was killing me. And no wonder… I had all this inside the backpack: