Suckass Samsonite

A gritty and angry little nickname I coined as a child for my peripatetic father who frequently left me at home in the boring United States while he traveled all over the world having interesting adventures.

I was standing at the front door for what seemed like the hundredth time saying goodbye to him and after glancing downward at his worn, blue suitcase, I uttered, “See you sometime, Suckass Samsonite, have a nice trip!”