My first solo flight was London to Florida. My dad was working out there and I went out to join him for my 21st birthday. He and his boss came to collect me from the airport, and confidently led the way to the car park. The car was not where they thought they had left it. After 5 minutes of walking up and down, I sat down and announced: "You go find the car, I'm staying here."

They did find the car.... it was in a different car park!