Human luggage

So here's a scenario that everyone knows. Standing near the chute at the airport watching each piece of luggage come down waiting for yours. Cries of "Theirs mine" surrounding you and everyone bustling for a better position.

Segue: the government has now deemed it unsafe for two people to travel down a waterslide at the same time. This means that parents taking their kids down are no longer allowed. the local aquatic centre has lept over this hurdle by taking away any age restrictions to the waterslides. Now instead of dangerously holding on to your child as you ride down an inescapable tube of rushing water, you get to send them down on their own so they learn the values of fending for themselves against an uncontrollable onslaught of water carrying them head first/feet first/head first/feet first down a bright red plastic enclosure into a riptide waiting for them at the bottom.

Back to the luggage analogy. Now picture a bunch of parents bustling at the bottom of a group of waterslides as their little ones are scrambling for who goes next at the top. Cries of "There's mine!" has a definite ring of relief as parents see their kids being spit out of the mouth of the waterslide like a particularly foul tasting morsel.

I started laughing as it struck me that we were waiting with bated breath for our human luggage.