Packing...

...for a long trip can be hellish. Especially when your checked in baggage cannot be more than 23kgsx2 (Trips to europe are worse - you can take only 20kgs or so - why??) and the cabin baggage has to be restricted to 158cms (whaa..?l+b+h?or 2{l+b+h) or 4{l+b+h} - noone at the airline offices seems to know). And more hellish if you're carrying a lot of stuff for your wife and the weighing scale at home suddenly says you've gone up to 54kgs for checked-in bags!

So you start prioritising, packing, repacking (which also includes thinking of wearing some heavy clothes on your person - the idea is dumped as soon as the sweat starts trickling down your neck at the very thought). Stuff amounting to 9kgs is finally tossed out and you're just at the permissible 46kgs and feeling all pumped up at having finally DONE it. You're almost tempted to sing with Fred about how he's too sexy for you in the cab to the airport, such is the happiness at having fit most of it into exactly 46kgs. And you try to justify that most of the stuff jettisoned was'nt too useful for her anyway. And you're suddenly thankful that you didnt buy more stuff in the latest list she'd sent along - you have a good excuse now:-)

Then you jaws drop when the weighing machine at the airport shows that your bags combinedly weigh only 34kgs. What the $&*@?