Carolyn J.
Rose
A few weeks ago I
spotted an article about one airline cracking down on the size and amount of
carry-on luggage.
Thank
you!
It’s about
time!
Those of us who check
our bags and abide by the restrictions are fed up with watching others flaunt
the rules. We’re tired of watching you try to wedge cases the size of young
hippos into the bins above our heads. We’re tired of you squishing our backpacks
and satchels in the process. We’re tired of you moving our things to
inconvenient bins to make room for your excess. And we’re tired of not getting
as much as a shrug of apology.
I’d say you all know
who you are, but the fact is that many of you probably don’t. You’re too
oblivious or selfish or entitled to notice your own behavior—or to care about
the effect it has on others.
You’re the same people
who halt your cart in the center of a supermarket aisle to have a phone
conversation in an outdoor voice. You’re the ones who park straddling two spaces
and abandon your grocery cart in a third. You’re the people in line with twelve
items more than the posted limit. You’re the ones who don’t get out your wallet
until everything is tallied and sacked. Then, without a glance at those waiting,
you dig for a coin purse, pour out a collection of nickels and pennies, and
count them. Slowly, of course.
You’re the folks who
back out of your driveways without looking, zigzag across lap lanes at the
swimming pool, never bus your table at a food court, and toss litter along the
highway. You’re the folks who walk your dogs by my house every day and don’t
bother to scoop up the poop.
If any of this is
describes you, isn’t it time you got a clue? Or got your own
planet?
