It's finally happened: Northwest will charge $15 for checked bags. Thirty bucks if you plan on bringing it home again.
You can't blame them. You will, but you shouldn't. The price of fuel is murder on everyone, and there's only so many fuel-economy tricks the airlines can try.
I don't want to read about hyper-miling pilots who've learned to downshift and coast on approach. I don't want to taxi over to Sam's Club for a cheaper top-off before we leave. Fuel is an important, vital part of keeping planes in the air, and few of us would care if they used SuperPremium. But we would mind if they slapped on a six-buck charge because the pilot wanted to run in for a Supermom cookie and a Powerball ticket while the pump was running.
The most immediate effect, aside from wailing and gnashing and kvetching: more carry-on bags. Everyone will drag on a steamer trunk and jam it in the overhead bins.
Or, in the winter, you could just wear everything you plan to use on your trip in six or seven layers. Or fly naked and buy everything when you arrive at your destination, running through the airport holding a newspaper over the naughty parts.
The sensible thing would be to set a weight limit for passengers, and charge them above a certain threshold.
Since I'm on the Munchkin side, along with the rest of my family, I think this is a brilliant idea; we could bring a grand piano on board with our extra weight.
But that will never happen. It'll be the festival of surcharges for the foreseeable future, and in the time-honored tradition of columnists who think that jokes about cramped seats and bad food are the height of airplane humor, we bring you some other charges you may expect.