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Suzy Traveller and Joe Badlypacked

My dad helped me out by dragging my enormous suitcase through the airport while I pulled my carry-on and carried my purse. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of my reflection with my sensible bag and high-heeled boots and thought, There is a business professional, travelling off somewhere with her sensible luggage. I looked back at my dad, lugging a monster of a bag through the airport and thought, There's someone who packed waaaaaaaaaay too much stuff.

The horrible thing is that I was the bad packer, with the savvy traveller on top. Boo packing. If I get to Grenoble, it will be a miracle.

srah - Friday, 20 September 2002 - 7:51 AM
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