Brandon's Luggage Tag

Omw to The air port. I describe the backseat of my uber. Four to five luggage bags taking air from the space like a plant. I reach for my carry on.
Other bags are blending in with by standers near by with luggage of their own. At this point frustrated. "Bro, I think that is my mine". Word's I didn't arrange in the same sentence often.
This man. Only until I gave him the okay to read for a second. The bro, took a look at the bag in hand and, in fact, the contents, belonged to me.
After we exchanged IG and I made my flight because (someone's) organization hadn't eluded me that date.