So, the TV had just gone off* this morning and I was barely awake when the newscaster -- the one Tamara calls "hail fellow, well met" whenever she sees him -- announced that starting soon, "Airlines will be charging extra to check your package." My first, hazy thought was Great, the Christmas crotch-bomber made air travel even worse for menfolk.
Turns out he just meant baggage. Well, foo.
* Fascinatingly, since I turn the volume all the way up so it will wake me when it comes on, the TV had "gone off" in every sense of the phrase: like a gunshot, like an irrationally angry person and (as ever) like dairy products too long on the shelf.
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