I get to the check-in counter and the woman behind the counter tells me my bag is 9 kilos too heavy.
Okay, I’ll just pay the surcharge.
There is no surcharge maam you must take 9 kilos out of your suitcase and come back in line to reweigh it.
Yes, maam go over there.
Over there in the back of the line.
Yes, over there.
I have to wait in this line again?!
No, No, just come back to me.
I proceed to take my overstuffed suitcase to the side and empty it onto the floor taking out books and other souvenirs that added weight to my suitcase. I stuff as much as I can into a small plastic bag, my backpack and my computer bag and return to the front of the line. A passenger yells at me not to cut, but I have a ‘very annoyed’ look on my face and he closes his mouth.
I put the suitcase on the scale again and she tells me to go back and take four more kilos out.
No, I say, I am doing it right here.
No maam you can’t.
I ignore her, open the suitcase and proceed to throw any article of clothing I think I won’t need ever again onto the floor.
Maam you can’t do this.
How many more kilos? I say.
I throw more clothes onto the floor.
Maam you can’t leave those clothes there.
I’m not, I am throwing them away.
I have too many kilos and something has to go.
How many more?
You’re fine now.
Thank you. Did my waitlist for Business Class come through?
I proceed to the immigration area…lovely…it’s a one hour and forty-five minute wait to get through the line. Thank goodness my flight has been delayed for three hours.
I get through immigration and proceed to the next line – Security. This line is short, only about 30 minutes. The woman security guard spent an additional ten minutes making sure I wasn’t an Irish terrorist.
It is now 1:30AM my flight doesn’t leave until 3:10AM, I’m tired, but the road is leading home.