Tale of three brave suitcases

Once upon a time, three brave suitcases undertook a trip far far away across the ocean. They discovered many wonderful places and after a while, they decided it was time for them to head back home. So they went to the airport and explained they wanted to go home, so they asked to be sent to Bahrain. But the airport employers told them they first had to go to Mexico City, then find the other terminal, then go to Amsterdam, and then they could finally reach Bahrain. 

"But, we can't walk!" they said. 

"That's OK, we'll just write your destination right there so when you arrive at Mexico City people will take care of you to take you home".

And so they went. But arriving at Mexico City, they realized nobody really cared about them, and nobody picked them up. 

The suitcases were sad, because they wanted to go home.

A couple of days later, someone noticed them and sent them to their next stopover: Amsterdam. But once in Amsterdam, people couldn't figure out where their home was so they were put in a storage room with hundreds of suitcases which looked just the same (black, upright design... like 99% of the suitcase population).

"D'you think they'll be looking for us?" one of the suitcases asked.

"Of course they will!" the other two answered confidently. 

But as the days passed by, their hope diminished. One day, a big guy entered the storage room, forced them open and inspectioned every single item they were carrying (how embarrassing!). Poor Fragile suitcase was already so hurt, she had to suffer yet another mishandling. The suitcases were even deprived of the food they were carrying with them. 

And one day, they were transfered from the storage room to a plane's baggage hold, were stuck there for eight long hours, arrived in Bahrain and were finally picked up and taken home.

They arrived so worn out they made their owners swear they would never have to travel again without a GPS tracker!

"Fragile" in airport jargon actually means: hit me!

Apparently tortillas and Mexican sweets are dangerous  (thank God KLM is watching my weight!)