I don't have the spontaneously flipping luggage but the first time I flew out of Newark and was descending one of the many escalators one must use with fully loaded luggage, I had my small rolling bag in front of me and the behemoth behind me. The small one caught on the edge and before I could yank it up I was suddenly pushed to the ground by the escalator-powered behemoth, which had no problem rolling over the little lip or me. Muy embarrassing and not a little painful.

Oh! I want to be at your table because there's no way in hell I'd attempt a centerpiece. Crafty is not my middle name. I prefer to bask in reflected glory. *smirk* Hmmm...how accurate should we be? We could give her the appropriate melon breasts with toothpicks and grapes, fer instance. Her cause could be an end to world hunger followed by a bout of bulimia backstage to maintain her swimsuit-ready figure. Not that that would go over well at the table, I suppose...