He arrived at the airport only to discover he had lost his passport. He couldn’t believe what has just happened. He was looking forward to this trip. He looked everywhere – his suitcase, his hand luggage and his pockets, including all the papers, he rummaged through them – still no passport.
Now, when was the last time he saw his passport? Was it when he was out in the fields? You see, he’s a parole and probation officer, investigating or interviewing a lot of people. Was it when he submitted his reports? No, he doesn’t think so.
When was the last time he needed his passport? Ah, that glorious summer with Samantha. They went to Santorini, what a majestic place! They had a lovely week, just looking at the view. They climbed up and down the hills, ate some delicious Greek food, mostly seafood. It was like being in heaven.
Anyway, back to the airport. He had no choice but to cancel his flight and go back home. He had to search his house for that passport and if he still cannot find it, he has to report its lost. All the paperwork and phoning he has to do. He wasn’t looking forward to it.
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We travel, some of us forever…