Who’s the man?

I checked a 65 pound bag yesterday, and this was my conversation with Anthony Jackson, the Delta ticket counter attendant.

AJ: Sir, the limit for you bag is 50 pounds.

ME: Yeah, I know.  I’ve thought this through.

MY BRAIN:  I can’t believe I was able to pack everything in one bag.  I have such an incredible sense of space.   I am the man!

AJ: That will be $90 sir.

ME: 90 Dollars?  For an extra 15 pounds?

AJ: 50 pounds is the limit.

MY BRAIN: 90 divided by 15 is 6….  that’s $6 per extra pound.  I’m pretty fast at math. I am the man!

ME: So what if I had just brought a second bag?

AJ: Um, lets see… [typing stuff] 2 bags is 25 dollars.

ME: So, I can bring two bags totaling 100 lbs. for $25 or one bag that weighs 65 lbs. and pay $90?

AJ: That’s our policy.

MY BRAIN:  That’s all the math I’m willing to do to make my point, from now on I’m using a rigid tone.  I am the man!

ME: (in a slightly firm tone) What is the explanation for this?

AJ: The weight of your bags costs us in fuel.

ME: hmmmm….

MY BRAIN:  Poor guy.  He can’t add as good as me.  Now I don’t know what to say.  Think of something Tripp.  Stop feeling sorry for him.  Be the man!

AJ: There’s a shop down there where you can buy a bag for $20.

MY BRAIN:  That’s $20 for a new bag plus… wait.  I’m sticking to my no math commitment here.

AJ: You’ll save $45 dollars, and you have plenty of time.

MY BRAIN:  He has a point here, but his addition is probably off.

ME: Can I leave this one bag here while I do that?

AJ: No, you can’t leave your bags here.

MY BRAIN:  Do I want to lug all this to the other side of the terminal, buy a bag that will break before I get back home, unpack my suitcase right here in front of everyone potentially revealing that I have three speedos inside, not to mention I’d have to undo my packing craftsmanship from before and leave my items with room to rattle around all day so I’ll have to spend who knows how much time at the hotel ironing shirts, and washing toothpaste off of my socks?  Is that worth 45 dollars?

ME: I’ll just pay the 90 dollars.

AJ’s BRAIN:  I am the man!