I have invested in luggage with wheels (as most people have these days), so other than the airline restrictions, the weight is really of no bother either. The only time my obscenely profound packing skills prove to be a disadvantage, is when my bags are inevitably chosen to be searched by security. Although the security people are generally a bit timid when first rifling through my belongings, they soon gain courage enough to dismantle my organizational piece of art... slowly dismembering my work one rolled shirt and tucked scarf at a time. It amazes me how they always seem a bit confused that the suitcase will not close or zip around the enormous pile of things they have left in place of my once carefully packed bag. Most security persons are usually kind enough to try and shove a few items back into place in attempt to close the luggage, but let's face it- it's not every day they come across a bag that has been so strategically fitted. They are unprepared to play this advanced game of life-applicable Tetris. Instead, I am left there re-packing at the airport security station... good thing I remember where everything goes.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
I have a Masters in Packing...
With the risk of sounding absurd, I would like to begin by saying that I am a truly gifted packer. If ever there was a useful skill based on a three-dimensional Tetris game, it would be the packing that I have mastered. I never worry that my abundance of stuff will not fit into the luggage allotted for it... only that my baggage will outweigh me- or at least the 50lb weight limit set by most airlines.
I have invested in luggage with wheels (as most people have these days), so other than the airline restrictions, the weight is really of no bother either. The only time my obscenely profound packing skills prove to be a disadvantage, is when my bags are inevitably chosen to be searched by security. Although the security people are generally a bit timid when first rifling through my belongings, they soon gain courage enough to dismantle my organizational piece of art... slowly dismembering my work one rolled shirt and tucked scarf at a time. It amazes me how they always seem a bit confused that the suitcase will not close or zip around the enormous pile of things they have left in place of my once carefully packed bag. Most security persons are usually kind enough to try and shove a few items back into place in attempt to close the luggage, but let's face it- it's not every day they come across a bag that has been so strategically fitted. They are unprepared to play this advanced game of life-applicable Tetris. Instead, I am left there re-packing at the airport security station... good thing I remember where everything goes.
I have invested in luggage with wheels (as most people have these days), so other than the airline restrictions, the weight is really of no bother either. The only time my obscenely profound packing skills prove to be a disadvantage, is when my bags are inevitably chosen to be searched by security. Although the security people are generally a bit timid when first rifling through my belongings, they soon gain courage enough to dismantle my organizational piece of art... slowly dismembering my work one rolled shirt and tucked scarf at a time. It amazes me how they always seem a bit confused that the suitcase will not close or zip around the enormous pile of things they have left in place of my once carefully packed bag. Most security persons are usually kind enough to try and shove a few items back into place in attempt to close the luggage, but let's face it- it's not every day they come across a bag that has been so strategically fitted. They are unprepared to play this advanced game of life-applicable Tetris. Instead, I am left there re-packing at the airport security station... good thing I remember where everything goes.
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