You always see them at airport carousels - those battered, cloth-covered suitcases that look like they've been doing overtime carrying a couple dozen gold bars half way 'round the world. Invariably, they belong to little old ladies who are incapable of lifting them off the carousel and onto a trolley. And, also invariably, when I step in to help them, I then spot my own bag moving just out of reach...
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