The case of the missing cool

It was an uncharacteristic degree of cool. Short of donning a shiny white suit and sauntering through a beach full of beautiful dancers while getting drinks to appear at the click of my fingers, I don’t think I could have pulled it off any better. Fellow passengers had reacted to the absence of their cases on the LAX carousel with rage and bitterness.

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