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The Baggage Handlers
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One by one, Ari tossed the luggage onto the conveyor belt, which disappeared into the underbelly of the plane. One bag in particular, though, was swarmed by several bees.
Ari lifted his ear protection to call out, “Hey, Bob. Check out this red suitcase. Bees all over it. Would ya look at that!”
Bob walked over to the bag, tossing another one onto the belt, and then another.
“Cool! Something must’ve broken open inside. Eh, toss it on. Once the bees get to 30,000 feet, they’ll all die off. Problem solved. Nothing to be done about it. Just don’t get stung, unless you want a few days of workman’s comp for multiple bee stings.”
“You sure? What if one of those things get inside the cabin? The passengers’ll be flipping out.”
“Not possible, Ari. No entry point between the cargo bay and the cabin. No way for ‘em to get in. Just put it on and let ‘em worry about it even if one does. What’s the worst that can happen?”
“But wouldn’t you want to see them going to cruising altitude and discover one buzzing by their heads? Now that’s what I would call a fun thing to watch.”
On board the aircraft, Larry said to his wife, “Those guys down there must have a blast loading our luggage. They’re cracking up down there. Good way to pass the time when you’re doing such a mundane job I suppose.”
“Probably telling crude and off color jokes,” Linda said. “You know how guys are with no ladies present.”
Larry said, “Yeah, probably right.”