Wheels
Posted: Mon 2 October, 2006 Filed under: Sweary, Thoughts, Travel 2 Comments »Following today’s journey, I’m now fully convinced that everyone who uses a small wheeled suitcase should be summarily executed.
I don’t mind (as much) with the big “two weeks in Spain” type wheeled suitcases, but the littler ones that seem to be deemed “carry-on” are just a pain in the arse. Or ankles. People just seem to drag them without any thought or consideration, and definitely don’t realise that they’re suddenly three times as long as they normally are, and thus can’t squeeze through the same gaps in the crowd.
I find now that if someone does hit me with their poxy little pull-along toy, a hefty kick seems to get the message across. (Kicking the pull-along, not the person, I should point out) But all the same, summary execution seems to be a better bet. After all, if it’s only that size, the lazy fuckers can carry the poxy things. I’m carrying a week’s worth of clothing etc. in a holdall (of which more later, I suspect) and have no problem. In fact, I suspect that half the problem with these pull-along things is that actually the solid handle, base, and wheels actually make the things so heavy that it is hard to carry them. Whereas a backpack, or simple carry-on satchel type thing would be fine.
I love my little suitcase on wheels! I can fit in everything I need for a week in a crappy hotel when away for business. A change of shoes is absolutlely necessary along with hair straighteners as well as all the clothes, usually a ton of documents and even a bottle of wine to get around the excessive hotel prices. While I might easily get it all into my trusty backpack; it just doesn’t go with the suit and heels look expected in head office when making a presentation to a room full of professionals. I’ll go for convenience everytime and risk the wrath of grumpy folk who would prefer nobody else was allowed in their bubble at all!
I don’t mind people being in my bubble per se – however, I do object when they’re not actually conscious of the effects of their actions/size/stupidity on the environment and people around them.
Or maybe I’m just a grumpy old bastard once I’ve been whacked by four of the fucking things in ten minutes.
I feel the same about people with umbrellas, by the way.