It’s December, you have finished all of your finals, and are ready to get the hell out of dodge. As you scamper off to the airport, you can’t help but get excited at the prospect of heading home, hell, you’re even semi-excited for the plane ride. You made a new kick ass playlist, picked up a few guilty pleasure magazines, stocked up on chocolate and are ready to go.
Then you hear those dreaded words—your flight is delayed.
At first you think it is super casual, people make mistakes and sometimes struggle to stick with an allotted schedule.
Thirty minutes go by, and you kind of wonder what is going on. You call to update your parents who you end up calming down and reassuring that your flight in fact will take off.
An hour goes by and you start to get skeptical, especially because this does not leave a lot of time for you or your bags to make your connecting flight.
If you have already had a flight and are in a random connecting airport, you start to panic.
You then rationalize and contact your friends or friends of friends who live in said hub city and could potentially provide you shelter other than the airport floor.
The monitor is finally updated and a plane is supposedly coming; time to ball out for dinner at the airport. You peruse your options and pick the cuisine that sounds best (and also has a bar). It has been a long day.
After your leisurely meal and drink(s), you find out that your gate has been switched and you now need to book it to the opposite side of the terminal.
While running through the airport dramatically makes you feel like you could be in a movie, it is also stressful and tiring. You made it to your gate and are ready to leave this city forever!
Ideal situation, your plane is actually at the correct designated gate and you are up, up, and away. You have never been happier to be on said flight to wherever your journey will take you.
Yay-you are finally at your desired destination! Cue the song “Celebrate”! In all seriousness, happy holidays to all (and optimistic hope for minimal delays).