Baggage handler reveals why you should never tie a ribbon on your luggage

If you’ve ever spent any amount of time at an airport scanning the baggage carousel for your prized possessions, you’ll understand the stress of seeing hundreds of near identical suitcases passing by on the conveyor belt.

While resourceful travelers discovered that securing a ribbon to their luggage makes theirs stand out from the rest, an airport worker is warning passengers that using personal markers comes with the kind of baggage you can’t unload.

Keep reading to learn why you should never use ribbons or travel with marzipan!

The thought of losing baggage while travelling can strike fear into even the most seasoned of travelers.

To reduce the risk of having luggage taken by another passenger, or of watching luggage slowly swirl by repeatedly on the conveyor belt, travelers are attaching colorful ribbons to their suitcases to make sure it stands apart from the rest.

But according to a Dublin Airport baggage handler, who goes by the name John, these popular tricks are doing more harm than good.

In fact, it can make your worst travel nightmare come true.

Leave the ribbon at home
Speaking to RSVP Live, John revealed that tying identifying ribbons on your luggage can cause delays, meaning your belongings might miss the flight.

Related Posts

PART 3 : She Smiled at My Wife’s Funeral—Then I Heard What She Said Next

Vanessa tried everything—calls, emails, subtle threats—but the barriers Elena had put in place were unbreakable. Her frustration was palpable; each attempt to manipulate only revealed her desperation….

PART 2 : She Smiled at My Wife’s Funeral—Then I Heard What She Said Next

The days after the funeral were heavy, but also oddly revealing. Vanessa didn’t call or check in; instead, she made sure everyone knew she expected her share….

She Smiled at My Wife’s Funeral—Then I Heard What She Said Next

“Today feels like a holiday.” That’s what my daughter-in-law whispered while my wife, Elena, lay inside her coffin. She said it softly, leaning toward my son Daniel…

FINAL PART : I’m 65 and My Ex-Husband Left Me a Bank Card With $300. I Didn’t Touch It for Five Years—Until One Day I Checked the Balance.

The months that followed were a quiet revolution. I rebuilt my life piece by piece, finding work that didn’t humiliate me and a small apartment that finally…

PART 3 : I’m 65 and My Ex-Husband Left Me a Bank Card With $300. I Didn’t Touch It for Five Years—Until One Day I Checked the Balance.

His words hit harder than any insult could have. Thirty-seven years of marriage, shared memories, and raising children reduced to a single number—a credit card limit that…

PART 2 : I’m 65 and My Ex-Husband Left Me a Bank Card With $300. I Didn’t Touch It for Five Years—Until One Day I Checked the Balance.

His words landed with more force than any insult could have delivered. Thirty-seven years of marriage, of building a home together, of raising children and weathering storms,…