Tuesday has been spoken for since the group started, and somebody still tries to book it. This funny mahjong bag answers for you on the way out the door, from the train platform to the host's front step.
Two big chat bubbles run down the front. The first asks DINNER TUESDAY? The reply comes back in heavy capitals, full stops and all: CAN'T. MAHJ NIGHT. Three chunky tile backs sit tucked against the corner of the reply like a sticker, the only explanation it needs. There is no phone, no app and no timestamp, just the exchange itself, drawn flat and bold in five inks so it reads from across the room.
A light everyday carry with long shoulder handles, easy to sling over a coat on the way to the table.
For the friend who has never once missed a Tuesday, the host who keeps the whole group running, or the newest player about to learn that the night is not negotiable.
Dinner can wait. The wall cannot.
