The Wrong Suitcase Full of Spoons
Ravi did not realize his mistake until the train had already pulled away from the station. His suitcase was green, with a scuffed corner and a blue ribbon tied to the handle. The one at his feet was green as well, but it had no ribbon, and it was considerably heavier than it should have been.
He glanced around at the other passengers, and then he clicked open the latches. Instead of clothes, the case contained dozens of spoons, each one wrapped in tissue paper and tucked into its own little pocket. There were silver spoons, wooden spoons, and tiny ones with enamel flowers decorating the handles. A card inside read, "Property of Mrs. Dunmore. Please handle with care."
"Oh, no," Ravi muttered. Somewhere, a woman was opening a suitcase full of his socks.
At the next stop he asked the conductor for assistance. The conductor was sympathetic, and he sent a radio message to the earlier station. Within the hour, a reply arrived: a woman named Mrs. Dunmore had appeared at the lost luggage counter, holding a ribbon-less handle and wearing a very confused expression.
The next morning the two of them met on the platform to exchange their cases. Mrs. Dunmore, it turned out, collected spoons from every town that she visited. "You were careful, and you did not lose a single one," she said. She handed Ravi a small spoon with a blue enamel flower. "Now you are a collector, too."