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The Alien, The Lost Luggage, and the Most Confusing Airport Transfer in Utah

At Utah Chauffeurs Premium Car Service, every day brought a new surprise. Corporate travel? Easy. Airport transfers? A breeze. Special events? No problem. But nothing could have prepared driver Jake for the passenger that wasn’t entirely… human.

The Mysterious Passenger

Jake stood at Salt Lake City International Airport, holding a sign that read “Mr. Zoglorb”. The request had been made under a special government contract, and he was paid extra not to ask questions.

A 7-foot-tall figure in a trench coat and sunglasses approached.

“I am Zoglorb,” the passenger said in a voice that echoed slightly, despite being outside.

Jake, a professional, simply nodded. “Welcome to Utah. Do you have any luggage?”

Zoglorb hissed in an unidentifiable dialect, then adjusted his sunglasses.

“I did. But it is… missing.”

Jake shrugged. “Happens all the time. I can check lost and found.”

Zoglorb stiffened. “NO. We must retrieve it ourselves. Before… they do.”

Jake blinked. “Who’s ‘they’?”

A pause.

“…Tourists.”

The Chase for the Suitcase

Jake led Zoglorb to his black Cadillac Escalade, the go-to choice for airport transfers, corporate travel, and discreet alien transport.

“Alright, where did you last see it?”

Zoglorb closed his pitch-black eyes. A low-frequency hum filled the car. Then—

“Concourse B. Near the Cinnabon.”

Jake nodded. “Alright. Let’s roll.”

Inside the terminal, Jake spotted the suitcase immediately. It was floating.

Not hovering. Floating. A full two feet above the ground, slowly spinning.

Nearby, an elderly tourist poked it with a cane.

“This thing’s haunted, Earl!” she whispered to her husband.

Earl, unimpressed, took a sip of his large Diet Coke.

“Margaret, we’re in Utah. Ain’t nothin’ haunted in Utah.”

Zoglorb stretched a clawed hand toward the case.

Instantly, a voice boomed over the intercom:

“ATTENTION: DO NOT TOUCH THE FLOATING OBJECT. REPEAT: DO NOT TOUCH THE FLOATING OBJECT.”

Jake sighed. “Every time.”

Escape Through the City

Zoglorb grabbed the suitcase—which emitted a loud BZZZT—and bolted.

Jake sprinted behind him as airport security swarmed the terminal.

“Sir, we need you to—”

But before they could finish, Zoglorb tapped a button on his wrist.

The lights flickered. All airport TVs switched to reruns of Seinfeld.

Jake shook his head. “Man, even aliens love Seinfeld.”

They burst outside and into the Escalade.

Jake floored it, weaving through downtown Salt Lake City, passing landmarks like the Capitol Building, Temple Square, and at least four completely identical Subways.

Zoglorb exhaled. “We are safe.”

Jake glanced at the suitcase. “What’s in there, anyway?”

Zoglorb adjusted his sunglasses.

“…Extra sunglasses.”

Jake stared at him.

Zoglorb sighed. “And a device that could rewrite human history. But mostly sunglasses.”

Jake smirked and turned up the radio. “Cool. Where to next?”

Zoglorb smiled, revealing way too many teeth.

“Take me to a special event. I wish to experience… karaoke.”

Jake chuckled. “You got it.”

Another Five-Star Review

That night, a new review appeared for Utah Chauffeurs Premium Car Service:

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
“Incredible service! Fast, discreet, and did not panic when time-space anomalies occurred. Perfect for airport transfers, corporate travel, special events, and extraterrestrial needs. Will use again.”

• Mr. Zoglorb

Jake smirked at his phone. Just another day at Utah Chauffeurs Premium Car Service.