The baggage conveyor came to a final stop. Perhaps a dozen bags remained unclaimed. "Well it's not here!" Joan said a little blurry eyed.
We went through the process along with several other folks including a chap from Ottawa who was also planning a cruise two days forward. Joan was devastated! Nothing to wear but the sweaty things on her body designed for Chicago cold. It was 8 by the time our taxi dropped us at the Pillars, our fine hotel by the water. But could we enjoy this? We quickly checked in then booked another taxi and headed off to a mall. Joan mustered her shopper's nose and found an outfit at Macy's before the mall closed at nine. We even had time for a very fine pizza. Back at the hotel we tracked the bag online and discovered it had been found and would be delivered the next day. It was all a ruse to go shopping!
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