My carry-on is 128 pounds, major downfall of being in the glass industry.
It’s loaded with samples, so the TSA agent said they couldn’t scan through it. I almost got her a worker’s comp claim as she unloaded it from the belt for a second inspection. We both agreed “It’s too early for this type-a-shit.”
I’ll start packing any minute, but it’s fun to watch the wife squirm. She packs for trips a week in advance, I knock the empties off the ironing board 30 minutes before the flight.