I was running through the New York airport with a very important package in my hand. By the weight of it, it was obviously something of value so the owner would no doubt be very pleased when I presented it to him.
About two minutes earlier, I’d noticed the package sticking out from under the seat of a passenger sitting across the aisle from me on the plane. He had obviously forgotten it, and I was the good Samaritan who was taking it to him...I was running the extra mile.
After weaving through a mass of human bodies I spun around a corner and saw the man talking with his friends. What a break, to find him among the crowds. Was he going to be pleased with me!
I boldly interrupted his conversation, held the package out and said, "You left this on the plane." He looked puzzled and said that it wasn't his. It was then that someone remarked, "Oh, that's the rolled up emergency equipment--the life jacket, whistle, etc. It must have fallen from underneath the seat.” I could see smirks begin to crack onto a few faces so I backed up and said, "Well...it was good to see you again. Bye!" I felt like the good Samaritan suddenly finding out that the man upon whom he was pouring oil and wine was actually sunbathing.
I made my way back to the plane and with an official air, casually tossed the thing onto the first seat in the plane and walked out.
It was eighteen months before I even told a soul what had happened. From, 101 of the Dumbest Things People Have Done http://bit.ly/1d7M9AX