Lots of Baggage

On the way in to work this morning I heard a short filler story on the radio about an air passenger that went to great lengths to avoid the extra bag charge when he checked into his flight.

Apparently, this gentleman was so taken aback by the cost to check an additional bag that he opened his extra bag and proceeded to don all the clothes contained within.  He was wearing 61 shirts and 9 pairs of pants when he was stopped at security for a pat down.

1. How big a bag is required to pack 61 shirts and 9 pairs of pants?  I sometimes have trouble packing 3 shirts and 1 extra pair of pants.  Is this a magic bag?  Is this Mary Poppin’s bag?

2. Where in the hell was he travelling that he needed 61 shirts and 9 pairs of pants?  Seriously, is it possible to change one’s clothes that often?

3. Who even has 61 shirts?  I have a LOT of t-shirts that I rarely wear anymore, but I’m nowhere near 61 shirts even if I count everything I own that resembles a shirt.

4.  What did he do with the empty bag?  Abandoning a bag of that size must have caused a hazardous waste situation.  And, if it really was a magic, bottomless bag couldn’t he have dropped his other bag into the magic bag and just checked the single bag?

These are the types of things that make me wonder.  I suppose I am easily amused. 

I have a severe pain along the top, back of my left hip.  I was either stabbed by a shive while shuffle in to work yesterday morning or I strained it while having sex.  I get injured too often while having sex, am I doing something wrong (or right)?

Ender is out.