When I had arrived home from my Secret Santa, it was already two in the morning; I still hadn't packed. As a guy, you would think that all I needed to do was throw some clothes into my case. No. I actually take the time to think about my clothes and imagine how they pair with each other. There's the consideration of weather, places I'd likely visit, events, etc. If there is any grown man out there that does not take these into consideration, well good for you. You really know how to save time.
So when I finally finished packing, I prepared the accessories; sweats, jacket, comfy scarf I received from Secret Santa, camera. Basically, the clothing that one would never to a tropical vacation. In the end, I had gone to sleep, woke up and preceded to go about the morning gathering my things and moving my car for the ten day getaway. Or so I thought.
First of all, trying to find parking in Little Kimchi is the absolute worst. It is a war zone. And in this battlefield, people get left behind. There is no such thing as common courtesy; it is survival of the fittest. So I spent a good half hour trying to find parking when I had finally found the perfect spot; three blocks away from my place. Being so far away, I feared that I might forget where said car was and be struck with panic and anxiety as to what my imagination had in store for me. But I sucked it up and walked away.
As soon as I arrived home, I started to do little things; brush my teeth, double check things, eat a little, yada, yada, yada. By eight-thirty, we had left the apartment and were headed off to drop me off to my grand adventure.
Driving down the roads, we just started talking and somehow we got to my plans for when I leave the country next year. Then it hit me. My passport. Of all the things I could have forgotten, I forgot my passport. At this point, it was nine-thirty, but we had to turn back around or else they would have never let me through. So we rushed back, I ran up the stairs injured, pulling my sweats up, and coughing. Scattered throughout my room to find the passport. Then ran back down, still pulling up my sweats, and still coughing phlegm. Not the best day ever. When Panda got back on the road again, we made it to the airport so much faster than our first attempt. It was ten-thirty and I ran into Kimchi Air and checked-in. At least, I tried to. I find out that they don't let people on international flights at certain times and close the check-ins. This may also apply to domestic flights, but I've never been late, so I don't know.
I rushed back outside to try to call Panda and Officer K to come back and pick me up. I find out that only moved like a hundred-fifty feet. Traffic was so bad.
On the drive back, I just felt so stupid. I started to daze off and eventually fell asleep. It wasn't until the ladies tortured me awake that I realized I was back home.
Because of this debacle, it drained me of the will to move and do anything. I was pretty upset. But nothing made me more upset than having me jump between three companies for the next five to six hours. Long story short, Kimchi Air would let me fly standby only if Amayav approved. Then Amayav would only reschedule or let me fly standby if the Guardian of Travel approved it. In the end, the Guardian of Travel said I don't have a good enough reason that would qualify me for the insurance that we paid for.
Readers, if you ever travel internationally, or even domestically, don't forget proper identification. You may miss a flight that way. Then have to spend five hours on a phone to discover that your insurance doesn't cover you at all. To more adventures and experiences to come!
Sincerely,
An Asian
