Let me introduce myself: I am a bag. But not just any bag. I am THE bag: The Global Media Forum Bag. I carry programs, flyers, a pen, a notebook and any of a number of other things. I am important. And I am used to being treated with respect. Never ever in my life have I been rejected - that is, until tonight.
My owner went on a boatride and wanted to leave me at the coat check.
But the women working there refused to give me shelter. Can you imagine? They simply did not want to take me in. They said I was NOT special — I was just one of a bunch.
“We would not be able to recognize your bag between all the other Global Media Forum bags, that’s why we stopped taking them”, the cloakroomladies told my owner. Did they not realize I am unique?
It was really embarassing. And it got even worse when my owner started carrying me around the crowded boat, hitting me against backs, arms and legs. So we walked up two floors, to the bar, then one down again to use the bathroom. It took forever to get there, because my owner kept stopping for a little chat here and there. All these other Global Media participants — I was disgusted when I saw how many other bags like me were hanging around. I couldn’t even enjoy the view along the Rhine river.
Finally, my owner slapped me down under a big round table. Covered by the long tableclothes I sat in the dark and got hit by the waiters’ feet - who kept bringing lots of wine and delicious food. But lucky for me, my owner forgot all about me when he hit the dancefloor. Don’t even want to think about how it would have felt to be squeezed to death between all those sweating, jumping people.
What a night!