My bags were once lost when I was flying to Toulouse. Although my insulin and supplies were in my hand luggage I tried playing the diabetic card by telling the baggage person at KLM that it had vital insulin supplies that I needed to keep me alive. I was hoping to get to the front of the baggage-being-returned queue, but no such luck – the coiffured baggage lady simply shrugged in a Gallic way and ignored me.
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