My suitcase got stolen. Yes, you read that right my suitcase
got stolen. There is no other explanation for its unexplained disappearance.
One faithful evening I was commuting from London to Manchester, on arrival at
Manchester I realised that my baggage was gone. If you’ve ever watched the
movie Flight Plan then you know exactly how I felt, I was so sure that I had
embarked on this journey with a suitcase and there I was running helter skelter
from carriage to carriage trying to locate this bag. After all of this I had to
report the missing bag to a number of people, some woman asked me to estimate
how much everything in the bag was worth, like that would help them bring it in
any faster! Anyways, I eventually got my bag back, turns out some woman had
taken it by mistake and left hers on the train. After informing various friends
that my bag had been recovered fully intact and thanking God, I was warned
several times to always put my luggage where I can see it or to at least check
it from time to time to make sure it is still there.
I write this post as I’m sitting on the train on the return
leg of my journey. Again, my suitcase is in an end carriage that I can’t see
from my seat. I wonder if it would still be there when I arrive in London. LOL.
Forever Stubborn :)
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