The plane landed. My family got off. We checked flight information. Then we sat, discouraged, waiting for a plane that would be eight. Hours. Late. Ugh.

I was sat down on the same nondescript, carbon copied chair that seemed to be in every other airport in the world. As I sat, I wondered why the heck American Airlines couldn’t figure out what was wrong with their handicapped plane.

A cup of slowly diminishing nuts sat next to me, nuts disappearing as my mind turned to mush.  As this thrilling moment in time happened one thought was on loop in my head, this won’t end for another. Eight. Hours. Ugh!