This happened in 2002.

Long story short, I got a job at this company. They had just opened their asian branch and they needed someone who spoke Chinese for a “temporary” position at their offices in Beijing. I did, and volunteered, since I’d always wanted to experience living abroad. (This happened some years earlier than 2002).

Ok, 2002. South Korean client hires the company I worked at for certain services. I was required to meet with them in Busan (in South Korea) on April 16th, where they operate out of.

So, the company got me a seat on CA129 to Busan for the day before.

I’d decided to pull a lazy and pack on the day of the flight instead of the night before. So I scramble to get my things together and hail a cab to the airport. About halfway there, I realize I’d left my passport behind, so I told the cabbie to turn around. By the time I retrieved it and made my way back to the airport, I’d missed the flight.

I was freaking out thinking how do I explain this. The boss wasn’t too thrilled, but my mood certainly changed when I learned that it had crashed into a hill.

I kept the ticket, I think it’s somewhere in the boxes upon boxes of hoarded crap in my dad’s house.