For example, like when you take your suitcase to the airport and want to Check It.
Going to Toronto, my bag weighed a lovely 49 lbs. The standard bag weight limit is 50 lbs, but I'll admit that I never pay attention to these things. (Having frequent flyer status does have an advantage there... my 'secret' limit is 75 lbs.)
So. I knew there would be things coming out of my bag -- notebooks and pens and such for the client we were visiting. No worries I thought, my bag will be less coming home.
Then I packed. and expanded the bag. and squished. and stuffed. And probably huffed and puffed too. But, finally, all closed up and on my way home.
Airline Agent: "Just so you know, Ma'am, your bag is 5 kilos over limit. But we won't charge you this time... "
Me: "Thank you so much!"
But truthfully, I don't speak metric, so 5 kilos didn't really mean anything to me.
Until I got to the Newark airport and checked in for my next flight... and discovered my ready-to-burst suitcase weighed 60 lbs.
SIXTY POUNDS?!?
What in the world was in there?!?
I mean. Seriously. I packed it. But I had No Idea what could possibly be in there weighing 60 lbs!!
Well...
Perhaps it was a week's worth of Canadian newspapers, saved for a friend?
Or a shoebox full of Canadian chocolate... Smarties, Aeros, Kit Kats. Treats for my Sunday School class. Really.
Or pretty vintage silverplate teaspoons and butter knives that I picked up? (Um, that might have been at the weekend antique fair that I haven't mentioned.)
It couldn't possibly have been the six books I bought at the bookstore. They weren't even all hardcover!
And I'm sure that packing my boots so that I could wear my fashionable new shoes on the plane... yeah, that had nothing whatsoever to do with it.
SIXTY POUNDS.
Good grief. Someone should really talk to the person who packed that.