If it’s not every traveler’s worst nightmare, it might be one of the most humiliating. The scene: it’s the end of a long travel day after languishing in a Lilliputian seat on an overcrowded airplane smelling vaguely of old sneakers and stale Biscoff cookies. Politeness and patience are running thin. And now, it’s time to end the journey, to slip into something clean, maybe eat a cannoli, and relax.
But wait: The pink suitcase that’s flung open on the baggage carousel looks vaguely familiar.
No, more than vaguely—this wide-open abomination is your own brokeback rollaboard.
