How to find a suitcase

M: Excuse me. Ma'm, excuse me m'am. I think that's my suitcase. See, it's got a tag with my name on it: Locklear.
W: Oh my. It looks exactly like mine! Sorry about that.
M: No worries. One time in Pittsburgh I almost took another guy's suitcase home with me. I didn't realize it until the gate handler checked my baggage stub.
W: Oh dear. Were you able to find your suitcase after all that?
M: Yeah. When I got back there it was, spinning all by itself around the carousel.