On to Slutty City Number Two

Watching my mother pack her bags for any trip is a great wonder to behold. How doth that woman stuff so much into so little? Years ago we christened her luggage piece the Monster Bag, her luggage set the Monster Circus. Somehow after an hour of grumbling she repacked her various Monsters for the trip from Vienna to Prague.


And then as I finally plopped myself onto the train, beading sweat, I felt a pinched nerve.... and dread overcame my being. I stared at my heap of bags, full of things that I could not leave behind, and at that moment I realized that I, too, have developed Monster Bagitis.