A couple of days ago I was at the airport check-in counter, waiting for my family's boarding passes to our tropical destination. I looked around, and saw this guy pushing a cart with two suitcases plus what appeared to be a tenor ukulele gigbag to the adjacent counter. I thought: Dang I should've brought my soprano!
Then I looked away. Seconds later when I looked back, I saw the guy swinging his suitcases onto the scale and then pointing to his uke gigbag. He seemed unable to speak English at all and was trying to ask whether it was OK to check his ukulele. My eyes bulged, and I was hoping the lady behind the counter would shake her head. But alas, she nodded. Hey, you can check anything you want as long as it's not prohibited by law. Regrettably, I let the moment slip past without saying anything. In the days that followed, I just kept thinking I should've stepped in and stopped the nonsense, language barrier or no language barrier.
Then I looked away. Seconds later when I looked back, I saw the guy swinging his suitcases onto the scale and then pointing to his uke gigbag. He seemed unable to speak English at all and was trying to ask whether it was OK to check his ukulele. My eyes bulged, and I was hoping the lady behind the counter would shake her head. But alas, she nodded. Hey, you can check anything you want as long as it's not prohibited by law. Regrettably, I let the moment slip past without saying anything. In the days that followed, I just kept thinking I should've stepped in and stopped the nonsense, language barrier or no language barrier.