Truth be told, Pumpkins, I'd love nothing more than to travel with a steamer trunk. There. I've said it. I'm a travel pariah. I do luggage.
And I can't stand the growing league of self-righteous travel snots who “just fit every little thing I need into this handy envelope”. As if it’s a badge of honour not to pack shoes. “I just match everything up with these handy flats”. Oh, shut up.
Since when has baggage become a dirty little secret, dahrlings? I don’t know if it’s the $25 fee – but it certainly doesn’t help. Especially with AC today announcing it's following WS's lead in adopting “prevailing North American industry practices” of charging for luggage. We're travelling you ding dongs! It's what people generally do when they buy an airline ticket. It would be nice to bring a change of clothes along, if you don't mind.
And it's not just the money, Pumpkins. It's the indignity of yet one more transaction. You buy the ticket. You buy the seat selection. You check in online. You check in at the airport - again. Pull out your credit card - again. Print your own boarding card. Print your luggage tags. Then wait in line again to drop it off. Seamless, isn't it?
The alternative is carrying-on itsy bitsy tubes of cream and rationing the stuff like it's the last bottle of Veuve on New Year's.
The worst part, of course, is the hordes will lug even more totes, backpacks and plastic bags. It’s like travelling on a New Delhi bus, dahrlings.
