Then he noticed some of the baggages he was handling at the airport. It turned out some air freight could be sent, "Cash on Delivery". They didn't have to be paid for until they arrived at their destination. And Reg came up with a crazy idea. He would mail himself to Australia.
Reg built a wood crate. Added straps to hang on to, and a latch on the inside so he could get out. Grabbing a backpack of food, a bottle of water, and a container to relieve himself he was ready. He addressed his crate to a fictitious Australian shoe company and climbed in. A friend delivered the crate containing Reg to the airport where he was loaded on a plane without any problems.
After three layover, Reg reached Australia for his brother's wedding.
Why did that story amuse me? Because in my debut novella, Mission: Mistaken Identity my main character, Colin Fitzpatrick, climbs into a crate with Samantha, the woman he is trying to keep alive, and they ship themselves from Chicago to London.
I had no idea at the time I wrote that scene that is wasn't only possible, it had already been done.