I know they're supposed to give a healthy structure to the day, but I just assume slough them off, like a coat that’s too heavy. The sheer bulk of it makes it impossible for me to easily navigate a narrow store aisle, for I don’t know where I begin and end. Thus, I can take out an entire display simply by turning around. The purse hanging from my shoulder wreaks extra havoc, as I kneel down to clumsily retrieve unharmed objects from the floor to return them to their rightful places, and its straps slip from my shoulder and slide down my arm, like siblings sliding down a banister, yelling, “Whee!” and knocking everything back to the floor. Cleaning up after oneself is a tricky business. Daily schedules should be avoided at all costs.