The most obvious are in the children’s sections. A favorite doll or stuffed animal dragged lovingly around on a family vacation has vanished into oblivion. A bedtime storybook, ritually reread so often the exhausted Mom recites it in her own sleep, is just gone.
But even if a shopper overlooks the small sorrow of a child’s tiny loss, almost everyone who has sufficient consciousness not to buy someone else’s Jockey briefs will pause a moment in front of the lost wedding dress display.
Did the bride lose it on her way to the wedding? When the baggage carousel finally stopped turning and the last piece of luggage was trolleyed off, was she standing there alone? Did the luggage agent assure her it would arrive on the next plane? Did he tell her, “Worst case, honey, it’ll be here tomorrow, never you mind?”
But it wasn’t there on the next plane, and it wasn’t there tomorrow.
And as any visitor to The Unclaimed Baggage Center could have told her, the “worst case” is very much worse than that.