I was at the airport a few days ago waiting for my luggage to appear on the baggage reclaim carousel. As usual I'd been watching everyone else's bags go round and around for ages when an elderly lady moved towards one of the largest suitcases I'd ever seen and peer knowingly at it. My Boy Scout training kicked in and I asked her if she needed a hand retrieving her case. She accepted my offer and I reached over to grab the monstrosity, wondering how on earth she'd managed to get it this far already. Imagine something that Charles Darwin might have packed for a his two year voyage on the Beagle after being told he could only take one bag. It weighed even more than it looked, never mind the kitchen sink - this appeared to have the oven and fridge in there as well, I almost did my back in getting it to the ground. She stood looking at me quizzically and then came out with:
That's not mine!
Apparently she originally thought it was but then changed her mind, I never found out why she hadn't mentioned any of this when she saw me removing it from the conveyor belt.