A small blue case
| MR. HALL: | I left a suitcase on the train to London the other day. |
| ATTENDANT: | Can you describe it, sir? |
| MR. HALL: | It's a small blue case and it's got a zip. There's a label on the handle with my name and address on it. |
| ATTENDANT: | Is this case yours? |
| MR. HALL: | No, that's not mine. |
| ATTENDANT: | What about this one? This one's got a label. |
| MR. HALL: | Let me see it. |
| ATTENDANT: | What's your name and address? |
| MR. HALL: | David Hall, 83, Bridge Street. |
| ATTENDANT: | That's right. D. N. Hall, 83, Bridge Street. |
| ATTENDANT: | Three pounds fifty pence, please. |
| MR. HALL: | Here you are. |
| ATTENDANT: | Thank you. |
| MR. HALL: | Hey! |
| ATTENDANT: | What's the matter? |
| MR. HALL: | This case doesn't belong to me! You've given me the wrong case! |