"What,d you do, pack your little brother in that bag?"
Gargantua slides a paw across the overhead bin and glares down at me.
He grunts. "It'll fit."
"Maybe," I allow, "but I'll just stick around for the entertainment value."
Muscles bulging, tattoos shifting, he wrestles his bag, changing angles, swearing and finally conceding defeat. "You could help."
"No," I tilt my head from side to side, "I forgot to put UPS on speed dial."
Laughter surrounds us and he gives a frustrated grin. "Help."
"Oh okay. Get out of the aisle so the good travelers can take a seat." I weave through the crowd and then call over my shoulder. "Pull some of the crap out of your duffle and I'll bring you a silver bag."
Five minutes later Gargantua's luggage makes it's way into the bin and he struggles into his seat. "Now, isn't that comfy." I say, handing him a dum-dum sucker. He looks so harrassed, I chuckle, then realize his attention is focused on the forward cabin. I turn just as my coworker thunders down the aisle.
"I told you to check your bag sir, we do not have time ... " She breaks off as Gargantua and I widen our eyes and raise our brows.
"What bag?" I ask.
"What bag?" He echos.