Over the past 24 hours, getting on the plane has been a bit of a rough road with a few speed bumps, like spending six hours on the phone with insurance and having to get some medicine from the pharmacy at 2 a.m. before our 6 a.m. flight because of a system error. Oh, the joys of moving overseas.
There were a few people hanging out by the check-in desk, early birds like us, and their expressions went from mild interest to disbelief to outright laughter as they watched us bring bag after bag into the terminal. It was a bit like those slapstick comedy movies you see of person after person coming out of a car, which seemingly has been packed with a hundred people.
(Oh, wait, that actually happens in Cambodia!)
If they’re the no-nonsense, don’t-mess-with-me type of agent, just sit and let them do their business. Don’t ask for anything, because you probably won’t get it. But if you don’t push your luck, they can let you get through with some stuff too, like not paying for that five pounds overage that you “accidentally” put in your three tubs.
Uh, hello, red siren in my head moment.
Apparently the agent was so flustered about checking our massive luggage in KC that she failed to tell us to get new boarding passes once we landed in Dallas. Once again, the luggage angels smiled upon us, as the agent told us we had to check one of our carry-ons - for free.
Really? Two roller bags, two “personal” items, and a freakishly-large hiking backpack is too much for carry-on? We do try to get away with a bit too much. This leads to our next point...
Which meant we had to decide what we could possibly “lose”, and Andrew and I had a major miscommunication about which bag we were checking. As in,