Observing "Overweight" as an Expensive Problem

I woke up Wednesday morning, having everything organized. My suitcase was packed, my carry on was filled with entertainment for the long flight, (U.S. History book)and my clothing for the day was neatly laying out. Of course, the day on the of the flight things are stressful. Plus, i need to take two tests that i was busy studying for the last minute. I came into school, took the tests, then i got into the car and pulled off my dikkie, shouting, "freedom" and i was on my way to Pesach vacation. My luggage was heavy, i knew that very well when i was schlepping it, but i was told i can carry 70 pounds, so i was safe and secure. After the long line to check in the luggage, i get my turn and the ugly numbers appear on the scale. The lady behind the desk says, "You are overweight by 12 kilos. It's 125 dollars." I forgot to mention before, that i hardly slept the night before, i was very hot in my sweatshirt, and i was at my end's wit. I broke down crying, (i wish that would have been enough to let me go through without trouble. Besides, no one likes to be told that they are overweight. :-)) I was shlepping a ton of Pesach food, that is impossible to purchase in the location of my destination. But $125? What a rip off! After trying talk sense into the manager, i am sent to the counter on the other side of the airport to pay. I also forgot to mention that i did not have more than $50 on me. But i am sad to say, that cashier and airport people disappoint me as being robots, and perhaps they are just doing their job. But what do you want from a teenage individual who has literally no money to pay? Telling her that the airline changed its policy from 70 pounds to 50 pounds is not very helpful! You are not going to make me throw out the heavy salt and potato starch! My family will starve on pesach! The lady behind the "overweight" counter told me that if i transfer the extra weight into another bag, then it will cost me only $50. (Have you ever heard anything more ridiculous than that? the 12 kilo stay the same, whether they are in the same bag or in another!) I stuffed in all my belongings from my carry on into my pocket book (which was overflowing, heavy and couldn't zip closed.)I plop myself on the dirty, airport floor, sweating looking like a mess, i dissect my huge L.L. Bean duffel bag and take out all the food that could fit inside my knapsack. My purse is around somewhere, my coat is laying somewhere else, there is pesach food all over the place. Bypassers look at me, some with pity, some with curiosity, some with weirdness and ridicule. But my tears streaming down my cheeks mixed with sweat give me the shavlled look, that state, that i DON"T care about public opinion! I gotta do what i gotta do, even with the hopless despair hovering over my head that the 12 kilo wont fit in my knapsack, and all my effort is for nothing. And into my knapsack i stuffed in raw meet, beef, kosher l'pesach cans and ketchups, mayonnaise and mustard. My knapsack becomes too heavy to carry, but i guess my hours at the gym wont allow my back and muscled to betray me. One has gotta bless G-D. Weather it is when He grants you comforting siblings, who patiently support and encourage you on the phone, or arrange a payment by credit card over the phone because they dont want you travelling penniless, or are nervous about your progress and mental state during a moment of crisis. G-D bless them! I was nervous, because the gates were threatening to close up soon, but thank G-D, i saved money, made it on time, and checked in my extremely heavy loads. (There was not enough space for heavy silver foil in the luggage, so i had to carry it with me everywhere, to the gates, to the bathroom, through security, through passport control and the plane. Lovely! Absolutely splendid! I think i won the record of most interesting passenger in JFK!) Long story short, i was finally calming down, my tears were drying up, my hysterics were subsiding and i was approaching the boarding pass check-in thing. As i am approaching, i see a mother, in a long shaytel, parting with her loved ones, holding on to her two little kids. She was on the verge of tears, the man saying "Good-Bye" to her, gave me a look, and said, "Great, here is a mother's helper." He said, referring to me. Didn't he see i was exhausted beyond belief? Didn't he notice my tear-stained cheeks? I guess not. It was a safe flight, and i brought the potato starch. So i guess, that's what counts. :-)