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I made a memo to write about the bag o' body parts, so here it is...
Downstairs working in checked baggage the other day, RH stopped over to tell Liza and me about this occurence: She (RH) had taken a bag from a gentleman who claimed at some point in their conversation to be a doctor. As she put it on the belt she noted it's weight (very heavy for a small bag) with her usual sort of comment: "Feels like you've got a body in there!" A moment later the person on the x-ray (K Dizzy, I think it was?) said, "Um. There's a spine in here."
Now, later, when the x-ray operator told me the story she made it sound as though she wasn't at all worried about the situation. She said all the visible bones in the bag looked too neatly aligned, such that she felt it was a completely reasonable explanation that this was some sort of teaching model which the doctor was transporting. (And for that reason I almost want to say it couldn't have been K Dizzy because she's nervous about everything).
But, here's the point which surprised me: They accepted that explanation and didn't even open it. Liza and I had to tease them about that.
"You didn't open it? He could have just said he was a doctor! That's a great way to get rid of the evidence - your baggage always gets lost!"
RH immediately took up this line of speculation. "And you know how good people are about watching their luggage. Yank the tracking tag off someone else's bag, stick it on yours..."
I said, "And what happens when that other person gets to the hotel and opens their bag? This has the makings of a really horrible story."
She gave me a bright eyed look and said, "Write it!"
I don't think I could write it, though. I'm not much for writing the gruesome.
It reminds me of William S. Burroughs' "A Junky's Christmas." Danny The Carwipe picks up a suitcase thinking there must be something inside that he can sell to get a fix, and it turns out to be a pair of women's legs inside. He's disgusted, but not horrified, and the fact that he's not horrified is jarring to the listener (in my case listener rather than reader, because we have it on our Christmas music mix).
Downstairs working in checked baggage the other day, RH stopped over to tell Liza and me about this occurence: She (RH) had taken a bag from a gentleman who claimed at some point in their conversation to be a doctor. As she put it on the belt she noted it's weight (very heavy for a small bag) with her usual sort of comment: "Feels like you've got a body in there!" A moment later the person on the x-ray (K Dizzy, I think it was?) said, "Um. There's a spine in here."
Now, later, when the x-ray operator told me the story she made it sound as though she wasn't at all worried about the situation. She said all the visible bones in the bag looked too neatly aligned, such that she felt it was a completely reasonable explanation that this was some sort of teaching model which the doctor was transporting. (And for that reason I almost want to say it couldn't have been K Dizzy because she's nervous about everything).
But, here's the point which surprised me: They accepted that explanation and didn't even open it. Liza and I had to tease them about that.
"You didn't open it? He could have just said he was a doctor! That's a great way to get rid of the evidence - your baggage always gets lost!"
RH immediately took up this line of speculation. "And you know how good people are about watching their luggage. Yank the tracking tag off someone else's bag, stick it on yours..."
I said, "And what happens when that other person gets to the hotel and opens their bag? This has the makings of a really horrible story."
She gave me a bright eyed look and said, "Write it!"
I don't think I could write it, though. I'm not much for writing the gruesome.
It reminds me of William S. Burroughs' "A Junky's Christmas." Danny The Carwipe picks up a suitcase thinking there must be something inside that he can sell to get a fix, and it turns out to be a pair of women's legs inside. He's disgusted, but not horrified, and the fact that he's not horrified is jarring to the listener (in my case listener rather than reader, because we have it on our Christmas music mix).
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Wasn't there also a movie, "Seven Heads in a Dufflebag," or something like that? Although in that case he wasn't trying to lose them, he had to transport them as proof that these people were dead, I think.
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