I travel. I travel a lot. Hundreds of flights a year, all over the place.
From this experience, I could happily swap bitches with anyone over the various irritations of air travel. From idiots who get drunk, to bad cabin crew, to air rage, to people who overflow into your seat, to the scary practices of various 3rd world airlines, to security guards waving pistols at you, to the overbooking policy of some airlines…you name it, I’ve had to suffer it in a plane or airport.
There is however one habit that fucks me off above pretty much anything else. Bizarrely, it’s a trap that people with the least excuse seem to fall into - the more experienced a traveller someone is, the more likely they are to commit it.
I refer to oversized cabin baggage.
Now I understand about the worries of losing luggage, and I understand how you might be in a hurry, and I understand that you don’t want to have to wait at the baggage carousel for 5 minutes, or that you might be travelling light. It matters not.
Because there is no fucking justification for trying to pass off a small fucking trunk on wheels as cabin baggage. If it needs fucking wheels it isn’t fucking hand luggage. Hand luggage. Carried by hand. Not wheeled around on an integrated fucking wheelbarrow.
Weight aside, if your bag is roughly the size of a chest of drawers check it in the hold, you inconsiderate shite. The rest of us have bags too, and finding a whole locker taken up by your comedy sized bag will not amuse your fellow passengers. Drive us to violence yes, amuse no. You’re going to be locked in a small space with us for some time, and I doubt you want a mile high version of murder on the orient express - especially one where the detective at the end concludes “the fucker had it coming, justified homicide if ever I saw it”.
And unless you really are looking to earn a bonus kicking, trying to fit it into the overhead bins by crushing my already packed laptop case is not a good idea. Whichever way you look at it, your 3 foot by 2 foot bag will not fit in the bin, but my size 11 boot will fit up your arse if I really try hard.
Finally, and most importantly, if the steward/ess or check-in staff advise you that your bag has to go in the hold, just fucking accept it. Either that or find a supervisor and amuse yourself by whining about this cosmic injustice in your own time. What you don’t want to do though is fucking hold up the entire check-in queue, constantly repeating the same bullshit of “But continental class let me take my baby grand on board”, lest I am forced to stab you to death with my ceramic nail file - a messy death, but inevitable since they took my metal nail clippers off me.