Can you please buy a smaller bag? Everytime we get in a cab together a look of panic comes over your face, a look of panic that I at this point have sadly come to know all too well "OMG I don't know where my phone is, look!" You don"t say anything at first and start to rummage through the Giant sack you call a bag. I watch. You manage ok at first as you start to move around things that certainly don't need to have with you at all times (why do you have running sneakers in your purse? do you even run?) But then the real panic starts as you start to check and re check pockets and compartments over and over in a frenzied sort of badger type manner. Then you voice it out loud "Oh My God, I think I lost my phone!" "no you haven't I say exasperated, check again" you do, but you are secretly annoyed that I have even implied that with your frantic pawing through your bag that would have missed it. Then the moment comes, you check that one pocket you never use. There it is, like it always is, while we waisted 5 minutes when we could have been talking about American Idol and boys. Get a Clutch!