Last week, I took a business trip to Florida. It was one of those rare opportunities to mix business with pleasure (which I hope to be able to describe more in another post) so a friend traveled with me. Initially, my trip was more about business, hers was more about pleasure. I had to attend conference sessions and training labs and she had to tend to the pool, a hammock, and a novel. Because of this, I had to be a little more obsessed about my clothes. I needed to be dressed for business.
I've come to realize that carrying a hanging clothes bag, with all your shirts neatly ironed does absolutely no good in keeping those shirts looking good. So I opted to iron all my clothes and fold them as neatly as possible in my suitcase and press out the creases when I got to the hotel. I crammed everything that didn't matter into the bottom of the suitcase and then ever so gingerly arranged my shirts on the top. In hindsight, that was wasted energy.
When we checked into the flight at 6am, the ticket lady grabbed my suitcase and slung it upside down onto the luggage conveyor belt. I knew my shirts were doomed. Between flights, we happened to catch sight of our our luggage changing planes every single bag, including mine, was upside down. I'm sure the luggage guys think it's some sort of game. I'm really glad I didn't opt for the hanging bag, because I saw one of those go by and it was twisted around like one of those bread bag ties that you have to use when you lose the flat plastic one that comes with the bread.
All the way there and back each suitcase was upside down, it's like they couldn't tell that the flat part with the wheels is the bottom and the poofy part with the zipper is the top. Perhaps we should spend less time on airport security and more time properly training baggage people how to respect ironed shirts in the top of the suitcase. I could have strapped a stick of dynamite to the top of my suitcase and nobody would have ever seen it because the bag was upside down the whole trip.
I spent a lot of time ironing that week. Luckily for my friend, her swimsuit wasn't wrinkled at all.