TPR and I travelled in two separate cars to the airport and our long-anticipated business class flights home.

As I wondered what to do about the bags of rubbish that I had accumulated on the front seat of my car I lost my concentration, took a wrong turn, and ended up heading away from the terminal. Before I had a chance to correct my mistake I was lost in small town USA without a hope of making our departure gate in time.

I stopped the car in a square and asked a couple of pedestrians if they could give me directions back to the airport. As I suspected, the route was in the direction opposite to the one that I had taken. A further problem was that my car was now surrounded by an armed American teenage gang. If the gunmen had their way, I would never leave town.