BAggage carousel
I arrived at Glasgow Airport after spending a few days in Belfast. It was about 11pm and everyone was tired and wanting to get home.. but we couldn’t go home because the baggage from the plane was taking a lot longer to arrive at arrivals than we had.
It was getting later and later, when a suitcase suddenly appeared on the carousel sending a wave of expectation across the weary travelers... Unfortunately this expectation was short lived as the suitcase was apparently traveling alone and trundled its way around the runway before disappearing once more into the breach from whence it came.
A couple of minutes later the very same suitcase appeared, flaunting itself in front of the helpless spectators as it paraded along the rubber catwalk with a smug air of "you can look, but don’t touch".
Time and again this solitary suitcase appeared to remind us about what was missing from our lives. After it had been around about ten times.. I announced “Oh blimey, that’s my suitcase!”
I walked forward to collect it, with every perplexed eye in the place looking at me and thinking “What an idiot! How on earth could that tool not have noticed that was his suitcase that had been going around on its own all this time?”
“Oh hang on, this isn’t my case!” I declared, laying it back down on the carousel, and going back to stand in the crowd. I looked at my watch and tutted to the person next to me.
A couple of minutes later and the lone suitcase appeared again, “Oh hey, I think this is my suitcase!” I said again. I went forward, picked it up by the handle, and checked the label “Oh, no.. this isn’t my bag”..
A few people chuckled, though most were bemused rather than amused. A couple of minutes later and the same suitcase appeared, still on its lonesome, “Great. Here comes my suitcase!” I bellowed before going forward once again, this time taking it off the carousel before checking the label.
“Oh this is ridiculous.. It’s not my suitcase!”.. A few more people laughed as I placed it back on the merry-go-round.
I received a few nudges when the suitcase next appeared on the horizon, “Oh right, thanks”, I said, “Yeah that looks like my bag alright!”
This time I picked up the suitcase and then started to walk away with it. Out of the corner of one eye I noticed a couple of security guards.
“Just a minute, I.. I don’t believe it!.. This isn’t my suitcase!!”. I looked at the label again and then made an announcement to the other passengers.
“This suitcase belongs to a Mr McGregor!... Is there a Mr McGregor in the building?.. Mr McGregor please, I’m begging you, if you can hear me, will you please come and collect your suitcase!!”
I plonked the suitcase back on to the carousel. More people were laughing and I noticed a couple of girls sitting together, wiping away tears. “Right that’s it, I’ve had it! I can’t take it any longer, I’m going to go and find out what’s keeping our bags!”
I got on to the carousel, lay on my back, and glided off past everyone like a shit prize on the generation game. I imagined each of them wondering when, or if, I was going to disembark.
As my feet touched the flaps, to a world hidden from prying eyes, I rolled off the carousel and marched indignantly back to where I’d been standing.
When the solo suitcase next appeared, people turned to see what I was going to do.
“I’ve had enough of this, I can’t stand it any longer! I’m going to get our bags!!”
I jumped on the carousel, lay down on top of McGregor’s suitcase and started flapping my arms.
It was getting later and later, when a suitcase suddenly appeared on the carousel sending a wave of expectation across the weary travelers... Unfortunately this expectation was short lived as the suitcase was apparently traveling alone and trundled its way around the runway before disappearing once more into the breach from whence it came.
A couple of minutes later the very same suitcase appeared, flaunting itself in front of the helpless spectators as it paraded along the rubber catwalk with a smug air of "you can look, but don’t touch".
Time and again this solitary suitcase appeared to remind us about what was missing from our lives. After it had been around about ten times.. I announced “Oh blimey, that’s my suitcase!”
I walked forward to collect it, with every perplexed eye in the place looking at me and thinking “What an idiot! How on earth could that tool not have noticed that was his suitcase that had been going around on its own all this time?”
“Oh hang on, this isn’t my case!” I declared, laying it back down on the carousel, and going back to stand in the crowd. I looked at my watch and tutted to the person next to me.
A couple of minutes later and the lone suitcase appeared again, “Oh hey, I think this is my suitcase!” I said again. I went forward, picked it up by the handle, and checked the label “Oh, no.. this isn’t my bag”..
A few people chuckled, though most were bemused rather than amused. A couple of minutes later and the same suitcase appeared, still on its lonesome, “Great. Here comes my suitcase!” I bellowed before going forward once again, this time taking it off the carousel before checking the label.
“Oh this is ridiculous.. It’s not my suitcase!”.. A few more people laughed as I placed it back on the merry-go-round.
I received a few nudges when the suitcase next appeared on the horizon, “Oh right, thanks”, I said, “Yeah that looks like my bag alright!”
This time I picked up the suitcase and then started to walk away with it. Out of the corner of one eye I noticed a couple of security guards.
“Just a minute, I.. I don’t believe it!.. This isn’t my suitcase!!”. I looked at the label again and then made an announcement to the other passengers.
“This suitcase belongs to a Mr McGregor!... Is there a Mr McGregor in the building?.. Mr McGregor please, I’m begging you, if you can hear me, will you please come and collect your suitcase!!”
I plonked the suitcase back on to the carousel. More people were laughing and I noticed a couple of girls sitting together, wiping away tears. “Right that’s it, I’ve had it! I can’t take it any longer, I’m going to go and find out what’s keeping our bags!”
I got on to the carousel, lay on my back, and glided off past everyone like a shit prize on the generation game. I imagined each of them wondering when, or if, I was going to disembark.
As my feet touched the flaps, to a world hidden from prying eyes, I rolled off the carousel and marched indignantly back to where I’d been standing.
When the solo suitcase next appeared, people turned to see what I was going to do.
“I’ve had enough of this, I can’t stand it any longer! I’m going to get our bags!!”
I jumped on the carousel, lay down on top of McGregor’s suitcase and started flapping my arms.
By now most people were entering into the spirit and having a good laugh. There were a few older folk looking deeply unimpressed, but seeing their deeply unimpressed faces, made the laughers laugh even more. What both groups had in common is that their minds had been taken off the interminable wait for their luggage.
Meanwhile I was getting closer and closer to the tunnel that leads to who knows what. I thought about how I’d probably be arrested if I was to continue my journey.
As I was about a foot away from going down the rabbit hole, what should start coming in from the other side of the no man’s land.. but everyone’s bags. A huge cheer went up. I jumped off the travel bag and received a big round of applause.
Once weary souls now scrambled into action, grabbed their suitcase and headed for the exit. I found my own bag and did likewise. Some people came up and thanked me for keeping them entertained.
“I was a bit worried I was going to be arrested by airport security” I confessed to a business woman.
“If they’d tried to arrest you there would've been a riot” she replied.
Meanwhile I was getting closer and closer to the tunnel that leads to who knows what. I thought about how I’d probably be arrested if I was to continue my journey.
As I was about a foot away from going down the rabbit hole, what should start coming in from the other side of the no man’s land.. but everyone’s bags. A huge cheer went up. I jumped off the travel bag and received a big round of applause.
Once weary souls now scrambled into action, grabbed their suitcase and headed for the exit. I found my own bag and did likewise. Some people came up and thanked me for keeping them entertained.
“I was a bit worried I was going to be arrested by airport security” I confessed to a business woman.
“If they’d tried to arrest you there would've been a riot” she replied.