I've noticed that in my past 6 years of apartment living I've become an excellent pack mule.
I carry every grocery bag, jacket, laptop and charger, pieces of trash, yoga mat, change of clothes, hair clip, random note from work, and purse because it's somehow more pleasant to be a pack mule than to make two trips. Why is that?
This must be part of a deeply ingrained brain disorder bred by laziness and pride. I can't help but wonder how much an actual pack mule would run me. Don't be surprised if I'm surfing the internet for pack mule ads all evening.