Day Gone Wrong
Waking up during winter break on a rather chilly morning, twenty degrees and it was precisely 9:00 a.m. and I was more than ready to drive to Quincy, Illinois, hop on an airplane, and head to my hometown Klamath Falls, Oregon. When I got to the airport I thought to myself what a phenomenal day this will be. I thought wrong. I was faced with the challenges of bad weather, delays, and the reality that my brother was becoming detached from the family; this day became a day where everything went wrong.
Upon my arrival to the St. Louis airport my next departing flight to Chicago had already been delayed an hour. “Great,” I thought sarcastically.
Wishing the delay would disappear I glanced at the departures/arrivals board for a second time. “YES!” I abruptly whispered.
The flight to Chicago before mine was also delayed and had yet to take off! I raced through the airport to get to the terminal! Thankfully the flight attendant let me on the plane! My time in the air was short and sweet but I knew once I got to the Chicago airport I had an agonizing and lengthy wait. There I was, one o’clock in the afternoon standing in one of the biggest airports in the U.S. I found myself blankly staring at the arrival/departure board, feeling helpless as I read that my original flight that departed at 4:00pm was now departing at 6:00pm. “This is fun, being at an airport for 5 hours is fun,” I gloomily thought to myself. I could easily tell my mind was throwing the earlier thoughts of this being a phenomenal day into a pit of lava. I did what any person would do and got something to eat! A veggie burger and some delicious fries! Looking at my watch, only 30 minutes passed by. Pondering what to do to pass the time I thought of listening to music. I bought myself a set of headphones and began to try to make time fly. Finally 6:00 p.m. rolls around and I am so ready to get on my plane, I still have to make a connecting flight in Portland, Oregon....
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