The receipt for the bag that was.
Statistically speaking, it had to happen.
I hear all the time of the horror stories of airlines losing passengers luggage. With millions of bags in the system at any one time, it's an inevitability.
And after twenty years in the not-so-very-friendly skies, my bag was lost. Can't remember if this really was the first time, but it definitely hasn't happened in a very long time if it wasn't.
The odd thing is that both of my checked baggage started in Entebbe and only one made it to Florence. How they were separated along the way is a mystery.
They're going to find it and deliver it to me. Hope it's not too long because the bag that's not here is the bag with all my clothes!
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