You know the feeling. That moment when your shoulder screams, and you realize your “light carry-on” has somehow gained five pounds from sheer spite. I once tried the “tuck-it-behind-a-bench” move near the Ross Fountain—classic rookie error. The guilt was immediate. I spent the next hour peeking over my shoulder like a spy, convinced a rogue squirrel was plotting to cart my bag off to a nest.
It’s the same energy as trying to hide a pineapple under a teacup. Just doesn’t work. You need a real solution, or you’ll spend your day in Edinburgh stressing instead of sniffing those famous flowers and pretending you live in a romantic novel.
