Purple bag

Recently, someone took my luggage at the airport.  They left their purple bag, which although did look a bit like mine, weighed only 5 kilos.  Mine was packed to the hilt, was fully extended and weighed 20 kilos.   I also marked my handle with bits of white tape, had a plastic nametag and put a huge decorative safetypin through the ends of the zip.  I sadly watched the solitary purple bag travel round and round on the turnstyle and wondered at the mentally of the person who took my bag.  Had they done it on purpose?  Was this some sort of scam? Maybe they just picked up any bag at the airport and left theirs.  What could be inside?  Maybe it was dirty clothing?  Or maybe a body part?  I was rather disappointed when Qantas staff found a nametag on the bag, tracked the passenger down and phoned their mobile.  They asked "Have you picked up your luggage?" The answer must have been "Yes" because the staff member said "You have someone else's bag.  Your bag is still here."  I never saw the person who came back and exchanged the bag.  I was told that they were 10 minutes away but it took about 40 minutes for them to return it.  And when it was returned the name tag and the pin were missing.  Did the person look through my luggage?  That thought didn't worry me.  I had nothing of value inside.  Would I look through someone else's luggage? I probably would.  Not to take anything - I'm just curious.  How do other people live their lives?  I suppose that's the lure of blogs and Facebook and the whole Web 2.0.  It's making that connection and sometimes with someone that I would just pass on the street without a second glance.  And the interesting thing is what people share?   What do they want me to know about them, and why?  Anyway, I give you permission to have a look through my luggage.  You can even sniff it if that's what you like.