Back in my early days at the airline it was quite normal that some things would fall out of bags in the aircraft bins. Not being able to tell which bag it fell out of you would put on the baggage claim belt for the rightful owners to claim. However, every once in a great while a Coney Island Wife Tamer would be found rolling around the bin.....no one ever claimed those.....we had quite a collection in the bag room....almost looked like a NATO Missile Site...along with a strap on, bra with tassles and a blow up sex pig....among some of the things collected over the years.

Uh, duh, this was supposed to go here, where it fit better.


And now we know where you got your collection of spare batteries.

I haven't flown in a while, nice to see airlines still rummage through your shit.

ORF, ORF!