I register my luggage, and stick a paper label to it. There are many kiosks for placing luggage in the cargo system. One has a long line. One has a single family. The rest are empty. The workers at those sections are on their phones.
I walk up to one with my bag, and lightly clack it against the ground. The worker eyes me.
"You're only supposed to come when someone calls you."
"..."
"I didn't call."
"..."
I consider asking what she actually wants me to do, what the actual rules of the kiosks are, if she was on her break, why there were so many empty kiosks. Instead, I place my luggage on the scale.
She asks... (read 197 more words →)