I’m on the wrong side of customs in Australia, and my bags are still inside. I’m not interested in getting stranded or missing my connection, and I’m also not keen on wearing the same clothes for five days and brushing my teeth with the hotel-provided toothbrush.
Here’s how I got out of this jam: I’m here to sign up for the Stupid American of the Year Award.
But first: How did I get into this predicament to begin with?
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