The Tank
Packing makes me anxious - it's hard to anticipate what I'm going to wanna wear. In college, I did a six-week study abroad in London. In addition to the backpack that I brought for weekends in Paris and Amsterdam (that's another story), I brought a gargantuan suitcase for all the rest. One of the guys on the trip dubbed it "The Tank." I wouldn't describe myself as high-maintenance, yet the not-so-eco size of that piece of luggage means swallowing my words.
As I was packing for the Ideal Bite job training in Jan., I was haunted by my rep for overpacking and refused to bring The Tank with me on my four-day trip to SF. I edited my belongings down to my faves, and then committed it to my carry-on-friendly suitcase. I was stoked about not having to check my bag; however, as I tried to cram it the overhead compartment, I began to break a sweat because it wouldn't squeeze in there. The guy in the seat next to mine politely tried to help, but to no avail. He, too, was shortly schvitzing in his suit, and we had an audience. The stewardess suggested that I check it, which made me grimace. Seeing my displeasure, she gave me an extra bag that I used to minimize my suitcase. And, at last, it fit. Phew.
-LA Editor Molly...off to meditate on packing lightly...




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