You arrive at the desk and they weigh your bags. They tell you that you are 15kg overweight and will have to pay £52 pounds for the pleasure of flying with them.
You excuse yourself and say that you will just pop around the corner and give some of the baggage to the wife of a colleague who will be flying out with Ryanair tomorrow.
You rush to the toilet and put on 6 T-shirts, various jumpers and tops and a couple of jackets, into the pockets of which you stuff socks, more T-shirts, aftershave, computer peripherals, shavers, batteries, backup disks, and any object that feels heavy.
The rest of the stuff, from the big heavy bag that Ryanair weighed, you transfer to your backpack, which now weighs a ton and you saunter back to the checkin desk, and give them the big bag, that is now under the weight limit.
With as much dignity as you can muster, and adjusting your balance so that the enormous weight of your backpack does not topple you over, you casually walk off, but before you go you can wink at the lady checkin attendant and say.
When Rob Harper checks in tomorrow I would carefully check his bags for overweight, because he will be carrying some of my stuff.
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