On a recent train ride I had the misfortune of seeing one of the most broken down men I’ve ever seen. First, a middle-aged woman who looked like a barrel sat down to the opposite of me. Moments later, a guy whom I presumed to be her husband appeared. He was wearing a backpack, a messenger bag over his shoulder, carrying a trolley in his left hand, and an oversized trunk in the other.
My best guess was that his stuff was in the backpack and messenger bag, while the other two pieces of luggage belonged to his wife who, for whatever reason, was carrying only a handbag. That handbag looked comically small, given her enormous volume. After her husband was done putting the two trunks in the overhead storage, he finally sat down, minutes after his wife had done so, who was already busy emptying a bottle of cola.