Claiming Baggage
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
"Uhh, yes, that baggage there is mine. No, I want my Low Self Esteem, and my dependancies and my low feeling of Self Worth."
Imagine for a moment that you check into the airport, and you're good to go, and you get to security to find out that you still have your leatherman micra (tiny unthreatening utility knife with scissors and stuff) attached to your keychain and you desperately need to get rid of it. You could mail it to yourself, but why? Give it to some freshmen. We all love to give others our problems (not meant as a bash, Adam, just follow the story!). Tara's great. Ready to go again, but they don't allow wrenches in your carry-on luggage, so again, you go to find that person who will take your "unacceptable" baggage. Arrive at your destination, on time, but wait a half hour to get your suitcase, but not your guitar in the fragile section. You wait for two hours and check the next four flights to see if it comes in. Nope. It's your biggest piece of fragile baggage. Hooray for Air Canada! You put "GOING TO TORONTO" right on the ID tag, and Presto! You're in Montréal and your issues are in Toronto. Who knew an airline company shipped that kind of baggage?
That would be great...
Disclaimer: I am deeply saddened by Adam's horrifying story, however, when twisted slightly it illustrates the desire of the average North American, teenaged male to wish his problems away instead of solving or working through them.
Imagine for a moment that you check into the airport, and you're good to go, and you get to security to find out that you still have your leatherman micra (tiny unthreatening utility knife with scissors and stuff) attached to your keychain and you desperately need to get rid of it. You could mail it to yourself, but why? Give it to some freshmen. We all love to give others our problems (not meant as a bash, Adam, just follow the story!). Tara's great. Ready to go again, but they don't allow wrenches in your carry-on luggage, so again, you go to find that person who will take your "unacceptable" baggage. Arrive at your destination, on time, but wait a half hour to get your suitcase, but not your guitar in the fragile section. You wait for two hours and check the next four flights to see if it comes in. Nope. It's your biggest piece of fragile baggage. Hooray for Air Canada! You put "GOING TO TORONTO" right on the ID tag, and Presto! You're in Montréal and your issues are in Toronto. Who knew an airline company shipped that kind of baggage?
That would be great...
Disclaimer: I am deeply saddened by Adam's horrifying story, however, when twisted slightly it illustrates the desire of the average North American, teenaged male to wish his problems away instead of solving or working through them.