The 20 worst minutes of any trip.
The belt slows down, the last bag tumbles out, and it still isn't yours.
So you join the queue at the lost-luggage desk, fill in a form, and hear “we'll call you.” Just like that, day one of your trip is gone.
Meanwhile, the travelers with a tracker already knew their bag never left Frankfurt, and they told the airline before the staff even looked it up.







