October 22, 2010
I am filled with a disproportionate sense of elation (and pride) each and every time I avoid succumbing to an airline’s checked baggage regimen. In these gritty days of air travel, not checking a bag is no small victory. It’s a significant win — and one that I accept with little to no humility.
No checked luggage equals less time standing on slow, snaking lines (I check in at home the night before), less money pushed into the hands of poorly run companies ($25 to place my bag in the belly of your aircraft? that’s the best you can do?) and more time sipping frothy Starbucks’ pumpkin lattes with a dignified calm.
Yes, I practically strut to security with my carry-on bag tossed lightly on my shoulder. And in said bag lies the secret to this entire operation: a jumble of miniature toiletry items that can go the long haul without agitating the testy TSA.
Take that airlines! If you’re looking for me, I’ll be the one skipping past the baggage claim.