It must be one my personal business nightmares, if you can imagine having just flown to New York to meet a new client and the airline has lost all your clothes! So what can one learn from such events about delivering great customer service experiences?

"The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry"

To give you the background, I'd just been to California and had arranged to meet the COO of a potential great new client in New York on my way back home to England. I'd visited them a few weeks before and I'd felt as though I'd wandered onto the set of "The Devil Wears Prada" (or should that be "Ugly Betty"?). So not wanting to be left too far behind the "New York Chic look" of my hosts, I'd gone out and purchased the very best of shirts & ties that London has to offer (OK anyone from Milan is allowed a note of scepticism at this point) combined with my new Italian suit & cuff links, I knew I'd look the part ;-)

My plane was several hours late into New York due to "unexpected delays" – I was little nervous as I'd arranged to go out to dinner that evening. Still with my Platinum Frequent Flyer card my suitcase had qualified for a special "Priority Handling" label so I was looking forward to getting my suitcase quickly and rushing off ahead of the pack to the taxi rank. Sadly, after all of the luggage had disappeared off the carousel there was no sign of my case, so I made my way to the airline's baggage handling office. I was joined by another passenger who had experienced a similar fate. The Airline staff assured me that my suitcase had landed and recommended I went back to check the carousel again. This experience was repeated another 3 times.

From my interactions with the airline staff, I managed to get the impression that losing one's baggage was not a completely unusual experience. My heart sank as I looked at the back wall of the hall which was filled floor to ceiling with damaged suitcases in glass cases awaiting collection from their owners.

After an hour and a half of going back & forth from the luggage carousel to the airline desk, the airline staff finally conceded that perhaps my bag was lost after all and I was given a claim form to fill in. I was given an 0800 number to contact and a tracking reference number and that was it. I had a sense of disappointment and unfinished business but I had to move on and let other passengers register their lost baggage too.

"There's no such thing as a free breakfast"

I headed off to my hotel (minus any luggage) and checked in. The receptionist noted down my comment that my luggage had been lost and hopefully it might arrive in the next 24 hours. The receptionist realised I was a Gold member of their hotel loyalty system, so she kindly gave me vouchers for free breakfasts for my stay in Manhattan. Sadly, by this time it was too late for the dinner out I'd planned, so I went off to bed to dream the night away with visions of lost clothes, deodorants and shavers! I guess I wasn't too worried that I could replace my lost items in the morning, after all America is the land of retail plenty. And as I was staying just off 5th Avenue, which is lined with clothes stores, it wasn't going to be too difficult to get replacements in the morning.

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