On Time and Relative Dimensions

We're trying something new this time around.

Instead of the Wife and I each packing our own separate suitcases for our international journey, the Wife suggested we just get one big bag and put all of our stuff in it together, for ease of transport.

She went online and ordered us a big, vibrantly blue box of a suitcase that didn't seem so large on the website (she swears) but in fact rivals the T.A.R.D.I.S. in size.*

So we neatly packed all of our things into the big blue box - having plenty of room to spare, no less - and trundled off to the airport.

Now, we knew this thing was going to weigh more than fifty pounds, but part of me hoped that since we were only checking one bag between the two of us, they wouldn't mind so much. (This was, shall we say, naive.)

After our Police Box/luggage weighed in at a whopping 58 pounds, we were informed that there would be a fee assessed to the tune of - wait for it - two hundred dollars.  With no other checked bags and carry on bags already chock full of books, granola bars, etc., we had few options. Very fortunately, the check-in agent suggested we just buy another small, cheap bag into which we could dump the extra eight pounds and count as our second checked bag.

That only ran us forty dollars. We were thankful.

But, considering the fact that- were it not for the Wife's idle recollection sometime around midnight last night - we would have walked out the door Without Our Passports, we're both generally pretty happy about life.


*It is, conveniently, bigger on the inside.