I lost my suitcase in a weird coffee country.

Dear Diary

I've reached Karfosa alright, all in one piece(which is pretty extraordinary) but I've landed myself in the most pathetic situation I could have dreamed of. Guess what? My luggage just happened to get exchanged with some other person in the airport. Well, I waited for almost an hour near the conveyor belt, watching the disc rotate and the place get empty. Ultimately, I was left with a dirty lilac suitcase which looked almost exactly like mine except that mine had a golden keychain attached to it(and also that it was dirty). As I pored over the suitcase, I realised what had happened. Some extraordinarily foolish person had managed to take my suitcase instead of their own, while my poor self was waiting patiently for her own to appear. What a catastrophe! What a catastrophe!

Anyway, Mr. Barnum, my travel agent, tried to comfort me by saying that he will find it soon, he found the name tag of the person on the case, well I daresay he should! I'm glad I had my handbag with me, or else I would have been totally lost in this weird city. Karfosa really is a weird place. People keep drinking coffee all the time. When I reached this hotel, grieving upon my misfortune, the plump manager offered me to have some coffee. You know, short-tempered as I am, I called out to him, "No thanks, I'd rather have my luggage than anything else!" That left him shocked. I feel sorry now though, I ought to have spoken kindly, he seemed to be a nice fellow. But you see, the disastrous displacement of my luggage has really made me very disturbed. I know that things will take a turn any moment, but I can't help but feel impatient. There- Mr. Barnum's calling! He might have found it!

P.S (added a minute later)- Mr. Barnum says he's found my case! I'm off to go and get it. Also, he's done quite a lot for me, I think I'll take him to the cafe for a cup of coffee, what do you think?