Monday, 23 March 2009

• My Escalator of Shame

  Yeah, so I arrive at MSP and go to luggage carousel #10 where my bag is waiting for me. Nice.
  
  This bag was part of a luggage set that our kids bought us this Christmas and it was my first time to use it as I didn't travel early in the year.
  
  I reach to pick up the bag, and notice that one of the wheels has either broken off or been removed. I look around the carousel to see if by chance it is there. It is not. 
  
  I pick up the bag, extend the handle, and roll it along beside me utilizing the remaining three wheels. This means that the bag is rolling perpendicular to the floor instead of the typical angle.
  
  I meet my associate, The Whipple (that is a whole nuther story), and we approach the escalator. I now can only refer to this escalator as my escalator of shame.
  
  
  
  About halfway through the escalator ride, I notice that a couple of my clothing items are out of my bag and on the escalator steps. I reach down to investigate, and find that my suitcase is actually completely unzipped. As I try to adjust it, it opens fully, releasing most of its contents on to the escalator steps.
  
  As the landing approaches, the Whipple and I decide to try and "scoop up" the clothes and other items. This starts to work out OK until I actually intersect the landing at which time my shoe gets caught on the landing area causing me to trip and take a tumble over my open suitcase on to the floor. As I land, I form a pile of me, my bag and my bag's contents.
  
  People politely step over me.  Nobody says a word.
  
  I thought this was my worst travel embarrassment ever until I called home to tell Dixie about it. She reminded me of "The London Problem," which temporarily made me feel better.
  
  
  

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