There was a time when an “air fare” accounted for a few basics. Like the human need for clothing and a pair of Jimmy Choo pink mules.
Call me madcap, but packing a suitcase with fresh panties and the odd bit of rubber is something I’m rather fond of. However, if travelling ‘sans baggage’ is the modern way, I shall have to go commando. One does have to adapt, dahrlings.
I frankly never expect common sense from Americans. So their charging $25 to take a suitcase on a trip seemed as sound as my expecting service from Rogers. But Air Canada following suit is chaffing my spanx.
The price of oil gives airlines carte blanche to collect with impunity on just about anything. “Ooh, ees not my fault. Ees de price of oil.” Just watch, they’ll soon be demanding their pound of flesh too -- weighing us and slapping a surcharge for heavy collagen use.
