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Collecting friends will tell you I am an exceedingly lucky woman.  Therefore they showed no sympathy 
 when I told them how difficult a trip to London and Paris was.  Getting from six to fifteen trunks home on a regular flight is no small feat and actually impossible in this day and age. At that time, in America by the time you see trunks and boxes swirling and thumping around on a luggage carrousel, there is not a porter in sight to help. After a particularly grueling but lucrative buying trip in  September and October a long time ago, I begged a United agent to allow two porters to come to our aid.  He called them down, one too old to be doing that type of work and one too lazy to be doing anything.  The United agent graciously lent me a flat bed trolly since the porters were not allowed to bring theirs down to that level.  After my spending $800. in excess luggage fees I felt I had actually bought the flatbed trolley, but I intended to keep it safe and take care of it anyway.  Everyone who had luggage wanted my flatbed and my two guys.  I had to hang on to all three.  Andy, my husband, was watching for the boxes and trunks on the carousel. I saw that he let a really big box go by.  Thinking he didn't see it I called out to him. He smiled, shook his head and said it is not our box.  It went around another time so I hailed him again and he said, "believe me it is not our box." Third time around I risk losing it all by leaving the porters, the trolley, and my sanity in order to check out the box no one was claiming.  As I looked up, each weary traveler was looking at me, a frantic woman with a flat bed trolley and three men... screaming for one of them to pick up the big box marked condoms.