At my home airport, I was in a rush to meet the CTO for dinner after flying half way across the world. I didn’t have time to grab my luggage, so I just left it. I was home, so even if it got lost, I didn’t care in that moment.
My luggage showed up at my door the next morning.
Since I was flying fairly regularly, I did the same thing again when I landed at home. Sure enough, my luggage showed up at the door the next day. I wasn’t charged anything. It was magic.
I did this for years (about 6 times), until one day I caught the guy dropping it off. He apparently worked in lost luggage and my house was right down the street from his house, so he just brought it over each time to be nice.
I felt like an ass, but also, I thought there was some magic going on. We had a good laugh about it, but I waited for my luggage after that.
My luggage showed up at my door the next morning.
Since I was flying fairly regularly, I did the same thing again when I landed at home. Sure enough, my luggage showed up at the door the next day. I wasn’t charged anything. It was magic.
I did this for years (about 6 times), until one day I caught the guy dropping it off. He apparently worked in lost luggage and my house was right down the street from his house, so he just brought it over each time to be nice.
I felt like an ass, but also, I thought there was some magic going on. We had a good laugh about it, but I waited for my luggage after that.