So, what do you do when you're stuck in the airport? Well luckily I've had quite some experience in this area so I'm basically an expert. First, you will get off the plane and go over to the monitor. You'll find your flight on the screen and look over to the right and see the word "CANCELLED" in all red or yellow or whatever lovely color they choose that day. You'll check the monitor over and over, you'll check your flight number, but unfortunately...that really is your flight in red, and you really are stranded.
Then you'll wander over to the gate attendant and be like, "Yo, why you have to cancel my flight?" And then he'll be like, "Yo, I'm a pilot we don't do that." Then you'll find the real gate attendant and they'll be like, "It wasn't me I swear!" So you go through your options, see if there's a later flight and so on and so forth. Sometimes you'll get to spend the night in the airport in the oh so luxurious gate chairs (they have improved I will say that), and then other times you have that unfortunate realization that you are in fact stuck, and there are no options for you. That's when you catch yourself standing at the random gate you decided to stop and ask for help at and think to yourself, "Where do I go now?"
Usually the next option is to go and rent a car and drive to your destination. Which, if you're as lucky as I am, you are not actually old enough to do. After you are rejected from five different rental car companies you will begin to feel somewhat inadequate; helpless in a way. You'll think to yourself, "If I can't rent a car, what can I do?" You'll take this inadequate feeling out on your mother who swears that she can rent a car as a 20-yr old online, and just demand that she's wrong even though all she's trying to do is help.
Then you'll kind of snap out of it and begin contacting everyone you know in the state where you are currently stranded. If you're as fortunate as I am, you will actually have friends to come and rescue you from this horrible spiral downward that could potentially lead to a night on the streets.
After being rescued you'll probably wake up and remember you have no luggage. Aka no belongings of any sort other than what you had on your back or in your purse the day before. It truly is a humbling experience.
All in all, if you don't have friends, or aren't above the meager age of 20, you're out of luck. I guess you could get a hotel, but that just seems boring and lonely. Not that sitting here and blogging isn't...
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