That Question Comes With Some Baggage

(I am coming home from vacation with my parents. I am thirteen, and we have just gotten to the bag claim carousel.)

Me: “Hey, Dad, do you ever wonder who gets their bag first?”

(Misunderstanding my question, my dad thinks I mean what seat level.)

Dad: “Well, in [Popular Plane Brand] first class, they usually get theirs first because they sort the bags.”

(This goes on for a while until I figure out how to explain to him what I meant.)

Me: “No, I mean, after the fact, whose bag is the first to come out of the slot?”

(The carousel starts when I am in the middle of my sentence and I am in shock when I see what bag it is.)

Me: “I guess it’s mine.”