I lost my suitcase on the way home from the Los Altos Rotary Art Show last weekend. We were on 237, heading towards Milpitas, and there was a knocking sound that seemed like it was coming from the wheel well. To make a long story short, the back hatch of the van released itself, and my suitcase fell out onto the freeway. We were lucky that John's paintings (large; heavy) also didn't fly out and cause a major accident. I was incredibly lucky that it wasn't my jewelry suitcase, which would have been a disaster. It was just my clothes.
But we turned around and went back to see if I could pick up anything from the road.
I stood by the side of the 3 lane freeway, hoping for a little break in the traffic so I could run out and grab one of my THREE FAVORITE new tops that were blowing about in the middle lane. No chance. I saw underwear, like confetti, blowing about lane three. The suitcase was nowhere to be seen, probably stuck underneath a car merging onto 880.
OH NO! My DMAE cream that I bought ( half-off), GONE. My Body Magic Eye Serum....gone. All my sunscreens, night blinders, travel alarm clock, hair poof stuff ( also half off ) -- gone. My cute little PJ's ( thank god from Walmart and not Nordies) were blowing around the median.
It could have been worse. No shoes, ipods, hats or jewelry were lost. No one was hurt.
I mourned my stuff all the way home.