Getting from point A to point B with a carry-on

One afternoon I was driving along listening to Mary J Blige. She was singing about baggage and its affect on her life...man I love her openness. Anyway I was dealing with some insecurities and a male friend. I called him up laid out what was in my head and the fact that MJB was the culprit behind the call. He thought that was funny, but seemed to appreciate my honesty. He was just as honest in responding. "I call em like I see em," his favorite phrase about his honesty. I was thinking about that tonight and how tough it is to travel through life. I have so much baggage it falls out the overhead compartment. I have stuff under my seat. The flight attendant took something and stored it in another bin, and I paid extra fees for all the trunks I checked. For example, I was in my favorite store yesterday. The cashier was lazy, rude and basically not a nice person. Yes I have proof. She would not greet anyone approaching her register. She would not pick up their items off the counter to her right. She stood and made a customer bring her item around the counter, by simply standing and refusing to acknowledge the customer where she was standing. Well it was my duty to be just as uncooperative as she was...in my humble opinion. So I put my items where the previous customer had and glared a nonverbal challenge. I had already made a snide remark to the other rude cashier. She picked up my items and began to ring them up. I told her I didn't need a bag and she could put everything back into the laundry basket I was purchasing. No grunt, no uh hu, nothing, just her slow movements as though being at that register was the worse form of hell. At that moment I'm thinking waterboarding can't be that bad, and I know just the girly to try it on! She was so lazy she pushed things around in the basket rather than take them out to ensure she got everything. She didn't ring up everything and being the queen of nice nasty, passive aggressiveness I didn't tell her. I snatched my receipt and walked out. Mind you I felt perfectly justified in what I did...until I related the scene to a friend. I told her about the injustices I "suffered" from the other cashier before the part I shared with you, so I expected nothing but sympathy from her. She was shocked at the right points, indignant appropriately, however she stated "maybe she was having a bad day." First thought is and that's my problem how? Here's how it went down really. I walked in the store, a bit peeved that my friend cancelled on me. Sure I had run into another friend, but I was still licking my wounds from earlier. I get to the register where there is a very long line. No one seems to be pressed about this and the one cashier is taking her sweet time. My friend cancelled to help someone and had apologized. Now I could have been a stank butt, dropping and dragging the offense until the cows came home. If I did that he and I both would not like me very much. As it is, his cancelling touches my overnight bag of baggage. That bag contains my easily accessible insecurities. Things like being dark skinned, short hair, less than 5'7, and other things that lie in wait just below the surface. That's the bag that makes it easy to go from 0 to 60 in no time. Ever ask yourself, "why was I so upset about that?" Someone probably opened your overnight bag. Okay stay with me. I'm trying to stuff displaced feelings back into the overnight bag standing in line. Another cashier opens a line and of course some of us make a beeline for her. A young man who appeared to be either White or a White looking Latino leads the pack going to the new line, however the White cashier calls out to me in a disapproving tone, "Ms! The next person in line is to go to that register you stay in one line." I look at her, I look at him and don't move until she speaks to him. When he gets back in line, I get back in line. The overnight bag just popped open again. Did she just try to put me on front street rather than the guy because of color? I'm feeling like the kid that got wrongly accused of talking in class. She then proceeds to ask the three people in front of me if they wish to go to the other line, each declining. Rather than ask me she goes back to ringing up her customer. Well I'm not gonna let that go. With as much sarcasm as I can muster, "Excuse me, I will assume you will now allow me to get in that line?" It gets the reaction I want. Several in line laugh and she sheepishly confirms my "assumption". That's when I encountered salesperson of the month. Honestly she probably was having a bad day. Someone might have popped the lock on one of her checked trunks down in cargo, but like most of us, she didn't have the luxury of hiding out until she had put a new lock in place. This whole tit for tat dog and pony show was more than likely about the fact that we were all just trying to deal with baggage, which had very little to do with that moment.
How does communication ever get successfully transmitted considering all the ways things can go awry. That's what made me think about issues and baggage in terms of travel. I'm headed to bed and this may have been a series of ramblings, but I wanted to get it out. I do know that I want to have a fire sale and get rid of some of my baggage. Nah, I'm not going to sell it. I'm going to have a huge bonfire. I absolutely refuse to continue to allow old stuff to stand in the way of new happiness.