I was at the airport in Madrid, Spain and I was excited to be flying Ryanair for the last time. They have been a nightmare to travel with because of their weight and luggage restrictions. As I waited in line to board the plane there was an announcement on the PA system. The broadcast stated that if the carry-on was over 10 kg you would have to pay a €40 penalty. Although I had my luggage padded flat enough to fit the metal contraption they make you put your luggage through, I knew the weight was borderline 10kg. So I panicked. I was simply not going to pay that much money for being slightly over the 10kg limit. So while standing in line I pulled out my laptop from my luggage and tried to strap it to my waist. I tried the back first but it kept sagging down my pants. No way was I going to walk around looking like I had a flat ass, even if it was only for one minute. So I tried the front. It looked like I was pregnant with a rectangular baby. I tried different methods of strapping the laptop to my body, when it finally dawned on me that I was being watched. Seriously, why do I always do stuff like this? So discreetly, I pulled the laptop from under my shirt and stuffed it back in my luggage and pretended to study my cuticles (it seems I need a manicure after careful analysis). When I finally reached the front of the line, I had my stories and arguments ready. I had enough of Ryanair’s BS and I was not going to put up with their crap anymore! I had paid them for too many “penalties” in the past that it rendered their “affordable” prices null and void in my eyes. As I showed the Ryanair girl my passport, I felt ready to pounce. “Bring it on girly!” (I thought in my mind). “Gracias, y que tenga un buen viaje!” She said. “Thank you and have a good trip” was all she said! All that stress and drama for nothing! And I think I permanently stretched my shirt too! Story of my life. I am such a drama queen.