The struggs life, French style, all began in September but don’t be fooled. The struggles began long before that. After 4 years of college, you’d think I would be capable of functioning as a normal human being, but alas, this is not the case. For those of you who knew me in school, I was always struggling. Now, take all of that struggle, put it in a suitcase, and send me to France and voila! we have a whole new level of the strugs life.
The struggles all began at the RDU airport that fateful September day. Naturally, I overpacked my 2 suitcases. And we aren’t talking slightly overweight. We are talking like 30 pounds overweight. Like this suitcase won’t be allowed on the plane because its so heavy kind of overweight. In a frantic struggle to readjust my bags, I decided to check a third one to balance out this whole weight issue. The lovely woman at American Airlines assured me that I got to check 2 bags for free and would only have to pay a mere (ha!) $60 to check the third. I swallowed my pride (aka my dad swallowed his pride) and paid the $60. I was promised they would be checked through to Basel.
Since my bags were so overweight I had to add a lot to my carry-on and, in particular, to my overly large purse/biggest personal item of all time. While boarding the tiny plane from RDU to JFK one of the straps broke off and my boxes of Kraft Mac n Cheese went flying. Needless to say I got some odd but envious looks. Minor bump in the road.
When I got to JFK (literally one of my least favorite places in this world) I was just bracing myself for what was to come. Nothing ever goes well at JFK. It just doesn’t. So naturally I go to the counter to check in and get my boarding passes for my British Airways flight when they inform me that I owe them approximately $140 in bag charges. Um say what? Apparently with British Airways you only get 1 bag for free, not 2. Clearly I had misunderstood but I was not okay with paying $200 in bag fees. After talking with 2 separate people at the desk and speaking with the manager, I got them to see my side. After that struggle, I treated myself to some Macdo because everyone knows Macdo cures all varieties of struggle.
Long story short, getting to France was a perfect example of strugslife 2k10 but I did arrive in one piece, with all three of my overpriced pieces of luggage. Little did I know that the struggles were just beginning…