My retro bag, which I’d checked for my flight, came around on the baggage carousel. My thoughts were already far away from the airport as I mentally prepared for the next morning’s client meeting. So when I snatched up the distinctive luggage, my mind didn’t register that it was a little lighter than it should have been.

I was in a cab, heading for my hotel, when I wanted something out of my bag. I intended to be ready for my meeting. The client was someone my firm really wanted to sign. If I secured the deal, it would make my reputation. Also, I really liked the art the dude made.

Opening the bag, I had a moment of disorientation before I realized that none of the items belonged to me. Moreover, the underwear neatly folded in there was of the feminine variety.

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