Chivalry is Dead

Amount of suitcases I had at the airport yesterday: 3

Amount the suitcases weighed: 20 (carry-on), 65 and 70 pounds, respectively

Amount of strength my body possesses: Approximately zero

Amount of times I visibly struggled in unloading/loading these suitcases from my taxi, the check-in counter, the baggage claim and finally my car: 8

Amount of times people stared at me (most likely in amusement I presume) as I struggled: 4

Amount of times anyone offered to help whilst staring at me: 0

Good God, it’s not like I want some man to come rushing to my rescue or be a damsel in distress 24/7 just to get some assistance, but is it really too much to ask for some assistance from the people that are obviously staring (so, they know there is a problem cause I’m visibly struggling) at me as I wrestle with gigantic suitcases that collectively are heavier than I weigh?

Cross-posted from breakthesky.net. Please leave any comments there.