So, some years ago a colleague and I were on a flight from Pisa to Rome to catch the big plane back to the states. As we were landing in Rome, the flight attendant came on and explained there was a baggage-handler's strike in Rome, and we would have to unload our own bags from the forward cargo compartment under where the pilots seat. When we came down the stairs to the tarmac, there was a ladder going up into the cargo hold and lots of Italians standing around waving their arms and shouting. My colleague and I looked at our watches, and we didn't have a lot of time before our ongoing flight. So I climbed up the ladder into the hold, and my buddy climbed halfway up the ladder, and I began handing bags down to him and he'd pass them to the crowd, and they were shouting out names on the bags and passing them around like people in a mosh pit, and I'm handing out bags, and I get to his and he takes it and puts it on the ground at the foot of the ladder, and I find mind and start climbing out of the hold with it. All the milling crowd looks at me and begins shouting for me to get back into the hold and finish the job! He and I made a hasty exit to the terminal and checked in for our next flight.
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