Displaced Yankee Productions | The Lost Passport (otherwise titled, why I should NEVER plan ahead)

Bags are packed. Gear is tested. Travel arrangements in place. Passport – MIA. Now I always keep my passport in the same place. Why? So I can put my hands on it when I need to get it. Like when I’m leaving for Cambodia. In one day. I’m soooo ahead of the game I thought as I prepared my travel wallet with my id’s, visa photos, cash, etc. I went to get my passport to finish it up. The passport, however, had other ideas. Now I don’t live in a very big place. But it certainly seemed like a black hole as I ripped it apart trying to find that little blue book. Forty five minutes later, I collapsed in my chair on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I decided to take a break to clear my mind so I got up to get my vaccination record out of the filing cabinet from a file marked “Cambodia”. And there at last was the wayward passport – put there by me a couple of weeks before in an effort to plan ahead and put needed information for the trip in one place. Of course anyone who knows me knows my short term memory is hideous. And as a result, I managed to lose my mind. Now if I can only remember where I put that….


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