Where's my ticket?
I meticulously opened the pockets of my backpack inside the airport as we lined up to check-in our baggage yesterday.We were returning to Cebu from a three-day team building activity at Mambukal resort in Negros Occidental.
I don't usually forget something. I could only count on my fingers the instances that I missed things to remember . I'm an orderly and systematic person. I see to it that every stuff are in place where it ought to be placed.
Was it a coincidence when the head of our delegation reminded us of our tickets while riding the bus to the airport? I don't think so. Or was it a product of exhaustion arising from the strenuous mind and physical activities that we all gone through? It might be a factor. Had my memory dwindled down?
Probably, yes.
I didn't entertain the possibility that I left the ticket in our cottage, since I only take out things that I need to use for the day.
Being the only last guy, to hand our previously booked flight schedule to the counter made me more anxious. My patience gained positive vibrations. As I dip my hand inside my pocket , I felt a folded paper. Pulling it carefully, thanks to the heavens it was what I'm looking for.
I took it out from my backpack minutes before we checked out from the resort to avoid the cumbersome drawing it in and out from my bag, which was heavier this time because of the Bacolod delicacies tucked inside together with my clothes.
The ticket literally was not lost and was found.
I meticulously opened the pockets of my backpack inside the airport as we lined up to check-in our baggage yesterday.We were returning to Cebu from a three-day team building activity at Mambukal resort in Negros Occidental.
I don't usually forget something. I could only count on my fingers the instances that I missed things to remember . I'm an orderly and systematic person. I see to it that every stuff are in place where it ought to be placed.
Was it a coincidence when the head of our delegation reminded us of our tickets while riding the bus to the airport? I don't think so. Or was it a product of exhaustion arising from the strenuous mind and physical activities that we all gone through? It might be a factor. Had my memory dwindled down?
Probably, yes.
I didn't entertain the possibility that I left the ticket in our cottage, since I only take out things that I need to use for the day.
Being the only last guy, to hand our previously booked flight schedule to the counter made me more anxious. My patience gained positive vibrations. As I dip my hand inside my pocket , I felt a folded paper. Pulling it carefully, thanks to the heavens it was what I'm looking for.
I took it out from my backpack minutes before we checked out from the resort to avoid the cumbersome drawing it in and out from my bag, which was heavier this time because of the Bacolod delicacies tucked inside together with my clothes.
The ticket literally was not lost and was found.
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