please empty your brain below

Another pet hate? Ancient briefcases with razor-sharp corners, guaranteed to ricochet off the most thin-skinned part of your shin bone. When opened, said briefcases only contain a packet of salt and vinegar crisps and a much thumbed copy of the Daily Mail. Grrrr.

Nice change of colour.
RE: wheelie suitcases. The smaller ones seem to be very unstable. The slightest bump in the pavement surface and they are all over the place.

I used to live out of a wheelie suitcase, albeit a small one. I was always very aware of the size, shape and position of it. As a result, I don't think I made anyone hate me.

At least with a wheelie suitcase you know it is consistently in the same place, even if it is annoyingly in the way.

What I hate are the large umbrellas that commuters carry in the autumn and winter. Many of them use these umbrellas as pseudo-walking sticks, which ensures that every other step the umbrella is prodded out behind them, at about knee-level, guaranteed to trip you up or give you impromptu acupuncture.

I want to take these lethal weapons and smash them over the heads of those who wield them. I really do.

I think the problem with the wheelie suitcase is that the owner isn't looking at it - they think it is trailing along behind in an organised manner and don't realise that they are leaving a wake of stumbling people tripping up behind them. I hate them too (unless of course it it my own).
And I second Fi - middle aged city boys with HUGE briefcases - tube rocks.

I am officially disolussioned with Wheelie Suitcases.

I bought one just before I went on the cruise in July thinking that it would be easy to use, not too heavy and easy to pull. It was a funky purple colour, and the wheels could go in whatever direction meaning I could push/pull/ride on the thing.

It was a hard shell, and quite a good size. Might sound good? It was so heavy that I could hardly move it. As crew onboard the ship, you don't get any help with luggage, so I had to drag it along the quayside, with the wheels getting caught in the old rails. Some how drag it up the crew gangway. Get it down a couple of decks to the crew office, back up five decks to my cabin...without the use of a lift.

After having gone up and down the starboard and port sides of the ship, on the wrong deck, looking for my cabin I passed out, and eventually was helped by a cabin steward. Guess it didn't help that all my equipment for the work onboard was in another bag, strapped across my shoulders.

Let me just correct my spelling as I now have my glasses on...disillusioned

Some of the wheelie suitcses are so large I don't know why the manufacturers don't just put engines, seats, and steering wheels on them.

I read your post, stepped out of the office and saw three wheelie cases within two minutes, scary.

My name's Karen and I'm a wheelie-suitcase owner. I love my wheelie-suitcase, it even has a name. After years of travelling with difficult heavy items of luggage, I think it is man's greatest creation. What pisses me off is the people who ignore my wheelie-suitcase and walk into it or force me to detour around them. If I was actually carrying a large case without wheels, I think they would be a lot more considerate. :p

It sure is cosy here on the Dark Side, and my shoulders and arms feel remarkably relaxed. Don't be afraid, join us!

I am most definitely with Karen on this one. I have wheelie suitcases in three different sizes. If they had been around a few years ago, I would have had a wheelie briefcase.

My ultimate way to travel would be one rucksack on the back and one on the front and a wheelie suitcase in each hand. Fab on the Tube

Last year, I would have given my right arm for a wheelie laptop case. Although that would have made it difficult to operate.

Absolutely right on the evil wheelie suitcases.

Tube tunnels are crowded places, where the easy movement of people is vital. Unexpected two metre wide barriers are not conducive to the free flow of the commuting crowds. Especially when some inconsiderate fool suddenly decides to stand crosswise in a tunnel/ at the base of an escalator/ in front of the tube door while having a leisurely conversation, and possibly slowly revolving in a trancelike manner.

I thought it was just me who hated these mutliplying luggagey interlopers. Now I know I am not alone. Thank You.











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