Biaggi Magic

In the category I like to call “Easily Pleased,” I bought a new piece of luggage last week. My closet is cluttered with suitcases and bags that never quite are exactly what I need. Since I am flying soon, I was particularly susceptible to the aggressive and extremely effective marketing techniques of Biaggi.

They’ve been on my radar for a while because the bags are made with no wasted space, are often adjustable in size and fold down into a small container that requires little shelf space.

They’re also kind of expensive but Biaggi had a sale that put them squarely at the top of my price range. Lots of friends happily use their products so it seemed worth the investment.

A lot of luggage is bulky or the wheel/handle assembly eats up a lot of space. This bag has wheels but uses a strap instead of a pull-up handle. It can expand from an underseat bag to a carry on size with the simple pull of a zipper. It comes with a spacious packing cube to help contain everything too.

I am a reformed over packer and try hard to fly with only a carry on and a personal item. Checking a bag can be costly, time consuming and stressful. I never quite trust the airline to get me and my bag to the same location at the same time.

Last year, I spent 35 minutes standing at a dormant baggage carousel in Columbus, Ohio sometime after midnight. By the time it whirled to life and Southwest began dropping an endless train of bags, I was contemplating simply abandoning my possessions.

Southwest checks the first two bags for free but I’m determined to avoid that this trip which is where the new bag comes in to play.

It holds everything I need as an underseat bag. The only thing that doesn’t fit is a pair of hiking shoes I really want to take. They fit with room to spare when the bag is extended into the carry on size.

That’s pretty impressive, if you ask me. It’s almost like magic!

The order confirmation came with a coupon code which I used to purchase a backpack from their clearance sale. It is set to arrive next week and I’m excited to do a dry run with it too.

These are the two bags that I will carry to Colorado next month, providing some extra space for souvenirs. I hope they will replace most of the luggage in my closet. I could use the extra storage space.

The Suitcase

This turquoise suitcase came from a TJ Maxx in Salt Lake City a few years ago. As usual, I had overdone it on the souvenirs and needed something bigger to haul everything home on the return trip.

The personal item I had carried out was quite small and I found this little number was the exact maximum dimensions for my airline’s personal item allowance.

I settled on this one because it’s roomy and a different color. It would be easy to recognize in a sea of black luggage.

No one would have a suitcase like this one, right?

Right.

So I toted it back to the hotel, packed up my stuff, and happily attached this fun luggage tag to my new bag.

At the airport the next morning, I waited patiently for my bag to come down the security conveyor belt.

The first thing I noticed as I pulled it off the belt was that my cute tag had somehow come off.

The next thing I noticed was a young woman screaming at me in broken English and Spanish to let go of her grandmother’s bag.

Yes, friends. Out of all the airports in all the world, the people in line next to me had the same suitcase.

I was still clutching the bag, protecting my possessions from this screaming lunatic when I saw my bag roll by on the belt.

And yes, the tag was intact.

I swear it all happened in slow motion.

Of course, I was mortified as I let go of the stranger’s suitcase and held up my own for the other family to see. I wasn’t a thief, I said, babbling about TJ Maxx and the pretty turquoise. We just had identical suitcases!

They were not at all impressed, edging away from me to put on their shoes, still shooting dirty looks at the weirdo who tried to abscond with grandma’s worldly possessions.

I laugh about it now.

Never again will I ever enter a TSA line without this memory flaring up and causing me to study the luggage of those around me.