so, we were having a dinner party at mr. k's in nyc for my dad's birthday - family plus a few guests - and we're all having nice, quite conversations, when suddenly my bratty little brother picks up my muscade baby paddy and asks me how much it cost. then, he shouts across to the next table where my mom is sitting and says, "mom, guess how much she spent on this thing?!"
so my mom has to walk over, grimace at my bag (y'know, cuz it's not LV or bottega veneta, it must be absolutely worthless) and asks why in the world is it so heavy, why would i waste so much money on such an impractical and vain accessory. and for a moment everyone at the dinner party is looking at me. keep in mind my dad's kind of an academic type, so some of the guests there were like, the deans of some universities - not the type of people you'd usually associate with appreciating fashion.
my boyfriend - of all people- comes to my rescue, and says (demonstrating): "but if some guy comes along and wants to mug her, she can just whack that guy in the head with her bag, and he'd fall over with a concussion. the padlock is for her protection."
moral of story? always wear the lock on your paddy.