Top of the mornin to ya.
Listen, I know we’re all just trying to feel like the world isn’t swallowing us whole, but I really need you to get off your power trip and just look the other way here.
You’re acting like you’re seated atop the Iron Throne, and I hate to be this guy but…it’s a luggage scale. You’re not a king, you’re a check-in agent, and I implore you to let me check my item and get on my merry way.
I know the limit is 50 pounds but why should I be punished for some hard-earned prosperity? What do you want me to say- “sorry I’m so flush with gold that it goes over your stupid mortal weight limit?”
Yeah I’m aware the pot is probably 30% of the weight distribution, thanks so much for reminding me. Again.
I would just like to point out that I am 6 inches tall, so really, overall, I take up way less space on the plane than your average Tom, Declan, or Ronan; and that’s with me pot of gold safely secured in cargo.