So I’m a packin’ my bags and boarding a plane for the states. Amer – I – CAN!
More specifically, I’m heading to a little place called New York. Or Nuww Yawk as I now call it because I wanna sound as much like this champ’ as I can.
I was 14 when I last visited and I was accidentally left in Chinatown. By myself. For five hours.
I set up camp in a stairwell, convinced I was probably going to live there for the rest of my life (this was around the 4 hour mark).
Unhappy with the situation... I decided to wing it and just run.
You knew this pic was comin'
I ran for half and hour, in the rain, down Canal Street. As luck would have it I ended up right out the front of the hotel we were staying at and the peeps who were supposed to be looking after me* were having hot chocolates in the lobby.
They looked up and were like, “Oh snap. We completely forgot about you!”
I never… ever forgot.