The Economies of Scale

So I always pictured this ginormous theoretical trunk that I would be able to check on the plane, which could fit basically everything I wanted to take, or one of those enchanted bags like Hermione had when she was walking around London looking all hot in that one red dress.

Instead I had to go buy real luggage that fits the airlines' actual specifications, and pay for each one to take them too. Fucking Delta. I only picked them because I saw their kick-ass commercial that reminds me of Seabiscuit and makes me think that if only we all flew Delta Airlines, we'd pull ourselves out of this recession by our bootstraps, join hands in understanding brotherhood with life-affirming, hard-working FDR-like kindly nods, and win the Santa Anita after all. Oh, Delta. I can't stay mad at you.

Anyway, my whole moving-away baggage will consist of two 28" uprights and one 22" carry-on, so I've been poring over different configurations to efficiently maximize my packed possessions.

This is what I'm thinking:

Option A
Option B
Option C