Bob is my backpack. I realize that it is rather unusual to name your backpack, but hey, that's what makes a person unique right? And if that's true, I'm unique through the roof. Because Bob is a cross dresser. He's rather confused about his identity. His group therapy sessions are trying to help him through that.
It began one fateful day in 7th grade. At a forensics practice if my memory serves me correctly. As you can tell, Bob has a handle, and that seemed like a very convenient place to hang my coat. For some reason, this image (of a backpack wearing a coat) struck me as extremely amusing. I rolled him over to my buddies, and introduced him.
"Hey guys, meet Bob. He's a cross dresser!" Of course that would be the first thing to come to mind since I named him Bob and he was wearing my pink suede coat. The thing was very feminine.
Over time, Bob evolved into a very lifelike character. Almost everyone knew him. As I rolled him down the hallway in the morning, random people would say hello, not to me of course, but to my backpack. Most of my teachers had been acquainted with him, and he was even formally invited to our 8th grade graduation. He was put on the class list in the hallway, and his attendance was taken, although it wasn't sent down to the office as that would have confused the secretary. Haha, I can see her face now. "Bob? Bob who?"
Bob who? Bob the Backpack of course!!
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