I’ve been on planes twice in the past couple days. Both times, I watched many people each carrying two stuffed-full bags, neither of which was close to small enough to meet the carry-on limits, waltz onto the plane without anybody from the airline saying, hey we don’t have enough room for all your stuff – you’ll have to check it.

Fine – except that by the time I got to my row – both flights – the overheads were jam-packed and I had to shove my meager little overnight bag and overcoat under the seat in front of me.

Then the airline had the nerve to make an announcement asking for volunteers to check bags because they were out of room in the overheads. This, I confess, made me grumpy. (Add to that the total lack of snacks outside the overpriced sandwiches – not even a mini-bag of pretzels).