You Say "Horrid", I say "AWESOME!"

It seems that I have an unnatural predilection for the loudest, most obnoxious [enter appropriate noun] available. Here is my luggage:

Here is an approximation of Andrew's luggage:

(Imagine all of the bags in the black camo.)

It's not bad taste; it's really a practical thing to have loud luggage. There have been so many times where I've stood there looking at the tsunami of black wheeled luggage, dreading having to fight someone for my suitcase.

(This really happened to me once. I had to wrestle my bag away from an older gentleman and show him the tag.)

This luggage says, "Look at me! I'm here, and nobody has taste like my owner!"