The Rhythmic Clack of Defeat

The most significant failure in terms of structure took place on a hot Friday afternoon when a logistical project manager of the age of thirty-six called Sarah tried to pull her expensive hardshell suitcase down a cobblestone street.

Although Sarah held two certificates in logistics optimization, at this very moment she was engaged in a heated psychological fight with four tiny polyurethane wheels. All she wanted was to get three city blocks away from the hotel to the suburb train station, but what she did not anticipate was the lack of any kind of mercy in terms of the pavement. The historical European street did not give either her nor the suitcase any smooth concrete.

Desiring to keep her suitcase moving, she started pulling it more and more aggressively, which led to even greater vibration and to such noise as CLACK-CLACK-CLACK that was so loud that people who were sitting at some nearby tables turned around to see if there was a tank passing by. So, Sarah had managed to fail in navigating the historical zone with corporate decency and had dragged a high-class plastic boulder on the road of Romans.