We once boarded a plane, sat by the window, and watched as a baggage handler unloaded baggage from a truck onto a conveyor which carried it up to the belly of the plane and out of our sight. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until he came to some instruments apparently belonging to a band we had seen in the waiting area. He carefully lifted each instrument case over his head and then slammed it onto the conveyor. When he reached the end of the instruments, everything returned to normal.

We can't explain this behavior. Maybe he hates musicians because they check more stuff and make his job harder. Maybe he was frightened at a tender age by a banjo player. We don't know.

Bev and Jerry