So I left my carry-on bag in the cab on the way to the hotel, the first day of the trip. I filed a report with the Lost Property Office at Transport for London (which handles everything – cabs, buses, the Tube, you name it) and have a case number, but they still haven’t heard anything. I had a couple of my business cards in there, but I’m not sanguine about the prospects for getting it back.
See, I don’t really care about the contents, because I didn’t have that much in it – a pillow, a dinged-up iPod Shuffle (I have now had three Shuffles and lost every single one of them), half a dozen magazines for strategic plane/Eurostar purposes. The real loss was the bag itself. It’s a Timbuk2 Messenger Custom, small size, army green – the sort of thing they would make if Timbuk2 had to convert to wartime production. And it was a gift from a grateful end-user in the old country – a fairly high-profile user at an extremely high-profile institution. That bag was the perfect size to use for anything – overnight/weekender, backup laptop bag, what have you. And I was on super monkey tilt for the first two days of the trip because I’d lost my bag.
I may have something already that will do for a replacement. For the time being. But it’s not going to be my old bag, and I’m a little bitter about that. (It doesn’t help that the rollaway carry-on that I took as my main suitcase lost a zipper and is about to fall apart itself. Last thing I need is to go buying luggage.)