A box can change the course of your life... So it seems.

Be careful when you are opening your crisps, chocolate bar or anything for that matter...It could alter your life.

Holiday time. Getting out of Bangkok for the weekend to go to Cambodia. A little sightseeing holiday. A get-away of temple walking. 
First thing to do is call a taxi to take us to the airport. Summoned one within 30 seconds, and as an added bonus the driver was super friendly and provided us with Thai language lessons. The cab was also very nice smelling. A mixture of sandalwood and bergamot. Taxi, not a problem.

Traffic. Bangkok is superbly notorious for its traffic. Day and night it seems the people of Bangkok find the need and necessity to travel. During some times of the day, at its most harshest it can take over an hour to travel just a mile.
But this drive, well it was the smoothest, quickest and most pleasant that I had experienced since first arriving. Traffic, not a problem.

Airports have a relationship with every traveller and these travellers have a purely subjective correlation in their psychological reaction with airports. To some these grand buildings bring forth feelings of complete misery, despair and frustration, and to others adventure, excitement and enthusiasm fill their emotional cortex.
To me, my subjective sentiments sit somewhere in the middle of the opinionated emotional spectrum. I feel the effects of both sides of these emotional differences.
Upon arriving in Don Muang airport, we arrive with plenty of time to spare until our plane departure thanks to the ultra zippy, fabulously scented taxi ride.
I gape at astonishment in what I see next.
Usually densely populated with lost tourists, excited children and their frustrated parents on this occasion the airport is a simple walk-through.
Strutting, yes I state correctly, strutting to passport control, the process being unusually swift. Quickly processed and politely ushered through to the next procedure, security.
To cut a long story short, as my mother always says, the affair of security was a simple breeze and our gate was easy to locate with plenty of spare seating. Even Sarah made a kind comment about her airport satisfaction. Airport, not a problem.

Reaching our gate, number 25, we realise with all this uncharacteristic speedy procession that we are good and early for our flight. We decide it is time to grab a snack. Sarah chose something of an healthy affair of dried banana dipped in white chocolate.
Returning and sitting back down in our recently vacated seats we open the plastic bag and fish out our newly acquired hunger exterminator. Snack acquisition, not a problem.

There are strange moments in life. Some junctures where you think of something that makes you out to be provident or omniscient. Well this is where my non-dramatic story takes a turn and where my omnipotent powers provide an example of said moments.

Sarah on attempt to open her chocolate dipped snacks, peeled and broke the perforated tag that open the box. I knew, I KNEW... something was about to change.
That simple mistake of breaking the box fudged up "the Matrix" and then we proceeded our decent into bad luck.

As we sit in the plane we begin to be aware that we are just simply sitting in the plane. Fifteen minutes go by, then twenty minutes, thirty minutes and still no activity. Suddenly a plane entirely populated by western faces got told in Thai to disembark as there is a problem. Naturally nobody moved due to lack of understanding, until an unfortunately appointed stewardess gave a translation to us. Now everybody understood. A problem?! Shit.

We disembark and we are instructed to head to a different gate to await another aircraft. Shit again.

Getting to our new departure gate was long. On the way there the escalators didn't work, so then I had to carry stuff. Shit.

Got to gate number 2, which was situated the other side of the airport and due to me single handedly carrying all of our gear there. (I didn't moan at the time so now I am at liberty to do so.) I started to feel hungry. Need food to replenish my energy. Shops just closed. Shit.

Within five minutes of sitting down in the fairly boring departure lounge with its retro designed carpet, (you know, the ones that only exist in airports) we are then informed by another unfortunately appointed representative of our airline to head back to our gate... (Shit)... because everything is repaired. Shit... no wait... good thing.

The escalators now function... good thing.

No queue for the plane... good thing.

We are finally taking off.... Bloody awesome.

To end this story. The resulting holiday was a huge success. Cambodia turned out to be one of my favourite countries. Cambodians are always smiling and they are always pleased and wanting to be helpful. Cambodia also feels like a completely different country compared to Thailand. The weekend break was fabulous and we are willing to do it again.
But the focus of this anecdote is to be careful in what you do. A simple mishap can have repercussions. So be careful you don't spill your coffee, careful what you say to others and please pay close attention to world around you. If not, it will feel like being lost, delayed and using the words from Hollywood director Ed Wood, "or something else".