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Call the airlines, leave a nice - or nasty - message depending on my mood and hope for a call back.After the first three days, my "case'' was transferred to a dead bag center in Atlanta.The baggage people in Tampa, whom I'd come to know by name, washed their hands of it, saying good luck and GOODBYE.My contact in Atlanta was a woman named Carla, who initially seemed eager to find my bag.
She took down the description and the contents and said she would get back to me.Every day for the next four days, I left her a message.
Every day, I waited for a return call.It turns out Carla was sick all week.
No one checked her voice mail or picked up her phone.
Reality arrived soon after in the form of a claim...
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