Melbourne, Mackenzie & Me

In the morning my taxi gets me to the airport with time to spare. I check in and make my way though security to passport control. The young inspector looks over my papers and, with a sober countenance, informs me that my visa had expired the day before. I swallow. “That’s not good, is it?” I bark, unable to offer useful comment. “No sir, it’s not,” he replies, before adding with a smile: “No worries, mate. Enjoy your flight.”