And tantalize it did. My theory is bag-buying is in my DNA. My mother adores bags, as do both of my daughters and I. Mother calls us bag ladies, but I like to think we’re bag connoisseurs.

Of course I bought one, and now have tested it. It turns out it’s a customized Ogio Hip Hop Messenger Bag that’s $15 less than the normal price. Here’s what I love about it (in priority order):

• It fits my very large Mac laptop. I have one of those luscious, but huge, 17” numbers.
• For being as large as it is, it’s quite sleek.
• And for carrying as much it does (laptop, purse, a book or two, and sundry other items), it distributes the weight on my aging shoulders nicely.
• The price is decent ($60) and presumably supports the good people at Mozilla, who “believe that openness, innovation, and opportunity are key to the continued health of the Internet.” (Amen to that.)
• It has the perfect pocket for airplane tickets right on the front.
• It sports a glowing embroidery of the handsome fiery fox.
• The laptop compartment is padded.
• There is adequate space for my purse and books.
• It has a tidy compartment for papers.
• There is the usual wealth of little pockets for cell phones, water bottles, etc., etc. It even has a place for one’s iPod, complete with “headphone exit port.”

There are only two minor flaws:

• The ring that holds the shoulder strap bunches up in front.
• It doesn’t match my glasses.

Up until now, I’ve had to carry my laptop in a backpack. I looked, at best, like Josh Lyman, without the swagger. I’m sure I would have been worthy of PeaceBang’s frump hall of fame, but mercifully I’m not a minister – merely a geek. And now I’m a very happy geek who’s ready to hit the road.