Who wouldn't want to fly with people whose luggage tags read as follows:
"Don't fret, you'll be reunited with your bag soon enough, and we're going to take good care of the both of you. Imagine that little rush when you spy your luggage happily rounding the corner on the carousel. "It's got my name on it," you'll proudly say as you point to the tag. So, fill out this tag and make your reunion that much more enjoyable."
I, however, rounded the corner to the luggage carousel and promptly got a nosebleed. It was strange, funny, unexpected (when did I last have a nosebleed??????) and terribly inconvenient! The Calgary airport is full of dinosaurs, had I not been stuck with holding my bags AND tissue up my nose, I might have been able to operate a camera. Sadly, that did not happen.