Well long ago and far away, my hub had a few cocktails in CVG and missed his flight to ATL, where he was meant to connect to PIT. He later sobered up, rented a car and drove to PIT. Of course I was left to figure out what to do about the bag. So I phoned DL, claiming to be the distraught mother of a "dim son", boy just don't have lick of sense. The next day the bag made it to PIT, gratis. Hey whatever works.