Putting A Jihad On USAirways

My sad piece of luggage, in reality a carry-on that to my disasterous misfortune was not, indeed, carried on, sits lonely in some ginormous warehouse in North Carolina. Will no one sort it? Can no one in the world find it? My Visa application, along with all sorts of rotting candied presents, patiently sit while the workers eat ham sandwiches and go on break.

Read about my homeless luggage sitting in North Carolina:
Airlines struggle to solve glitches