Friday evening begins to approach and around 8 pm I made my, probably, 10th call to the lost baggage office to be told that they believe my luggage was stolen. Insert slight, okay major, panic. There was LOTS of valuable stuff packed neatly away in my bag, including all of my precious Clay Spann makeup, which I was most upset about.
Saturday appointments included a tour of the White House and lots of walking around to the memorials and monuments. I didn’t have a chance until midafternoon to head back to the airport to fill out a police report. Ya’ll! The police were amazing. They quickly began pulling video surveillance and we finally saw the gentleman take my bag straight off the baggage claim and walk out the door. The best, and hardest part to see, was when my mom, friend and I slowed down so that he could walk right in front of us out the door…. Pulling my bag behind him. You can’t beat southern hospitality, right?
We (yes, I was able to watch all of the behind the scenes investigation going on) tracked him getting off of the metro, ride the escalator down to baggage claim and take my bag. He was trying to blend in as a traveler and had other bags with him. At this point, I knew I would never see my things again and I was so upset about it. Just knowing all of the things (and money) I would have to fork out to replace it all was devastating.
Then, it hit me. It was just stuff. Replaceable stuff. Nothing of sentimental value, like my grandmothers jewelry or diamond earrings. After that, I realized another thing. What if I had noticed the guy pulling my luggage and happened to say, “hey, that’s mine.” Would he had been apologetic and given me my bag or would he have pulled a gun on me? A million things were going through my mind, but one thing I realized was that as much of a pain it was to not have my belongings, I would survive and get by with what I was loaned or was able to borrow. I stopped stressing about it Saturday night.
Sunday morning while we were walking around the beautiful streets of Georgetown, I received a call from the police saying they had my luggage! I asked if they were joking! The guy had returned Sunday morning to steal another bag and the lieutenant that had helped with the video surveillance noticed him and walked right up to him! He actually confessed to stealing my bag and took the police back to his hotel room where he had quite the set up of stolen things. He was only 26!
I am so thankful for the D.C. police and how attentive they were in making sure my belongings were returned to me.
Until the Mission is Complete,