About Baggage and The Hot Girl

Post 278:

            Had a travel day today. No complaints. On the contrary, it all went smooth. I went from one part of the country and did the song and dance without incident. Top marks. I’m super busy right now but I managed to get some work done in transit, caught a little sleep, felt a little kick in the old step. I even got sat next to the hot girl on the plane.

            Come on. That never happens.

            One thing though. There’s always one. What’s up with charging for bags? I understand this is a thing and has been for some time, but it’s one of those things that society just got saddled with and had to accept.

            A lot of things are like that. Institutions, business, life itself, sometimes just seems to take without asking. It’s a the way of the world, but alas, it chaps my rear.

            Another reason why I like stories and make-believe. Stories, at least good ones, don’t take things away from the audience. And even when a character or plotline is shown the door, it’s to give you something, evoke a feeling, throw another thought into your system. At least if it’s done right.

            That’s why when something happens on a show or in a book that feels wrong, it feels so wrong. You didn’t read 300 pages to be tossed to the dogs on page 301. That’s real life. That’s flying for 30 years and being able to check your bag, then one day, no more.

            To hell with that. I shall endeavor to never be as unfair as all that. It’s cheap, it’s the decision that people make when they sit around a big table with suits on. Those people are necessary, I suppose, but it’s too bottom line for make-believe.

            The stick and the carrot game is there everyday, staring us in the face. I’d like to avoid it as much as possible.

            So whatever I watch or read or hear, don’t mess with me. Kill off whoever, get rid of this or that, but don’t do it because it’s expedient. Make sure there’s a reason that serves the story, and if it doesn’t, check yourself and go get a real job where you have to travel a lot and stuff your ridiculously cumbersome bag into the overhead bin whilst the rest of the plane looks at you contemptuously.

            But seriously. It was nice trip. Haha. Cheers and I’ll see you lot after.