Flight suspects on trial & the great weigh-in
The best of handheld luggage scales and why you might want one (a short story)
Hey, I think I saw you at the airport. Yeah, that was you…down on your knees, encircled by three distended suitcases, a swollen duffel bag on wheels, and a giant backpack. Your friend was trying to help you but couldn’t keep up with the frantic pace at which you were digging into each bag for something heavy to transfer over to another one that wasn’t so bloated.
Within two minutes, the floor around you looked like the kind you might see at an after-school daycare program.
“What’s so damn heavy?”, I’m sure your brain was shouting. You could feel the pressure. You were starting to sweat, you knew you were the center of unwanted attention in that moment. The guy who helped you carry in all that crap from the curb was looking at you…no, staring at you. Other ticketing agents were taking note.
The baggage handler behind the counter, waiting for you to finish up and get your stuff on the scale, was being patient, but hey, he’s got other things to do. Meanwhile, your ticketing agent was once again glancing at her wristwatch and realizing coldly that it’s only 5:30 in the morning and her day has but just begun.
