Having seaweed rub against you when you're swimming in the ocean is like having Satan slowly caress your legs and toes while smiling creepily at you and whispering 'Mayonnaise'.
To the adventurer, the bag of holding was the ultimate tool, a rich reward for a successful hunt, heralding bigger and better takes to come, but most adventurers didn't have real jobs. Most people with real jobs, if they had any use for a bag of holding, just went out and bought one as part of a daily run to the market.