Ugh, airports, amirite?
I’m currently waiting for my flight. Don’t you hate that?
Don’t you especially hate it when you have to wait 8 hours because you missed your original flight because you thought it was midnight but it was actually 11pm (and your husband had reminded you to forward him your flight info no less than 3 times during the day but you were too busy) but you accidentally got there early enough anyway, but the line was so long because Delta that you missed it and the next flight wasn’t until morning but you couldn’t leave the airport because your dad was being kind of a dick about picking you up and you couldn’t bear to spring for another hotel room because you just paid for one last night when you got locked out of your uncle’s house because everyone went to bed before you came home… so you just sit in an empty terminal, literally, no other passengers and just the occasional cleaning person passing through, with no food available, not even vending machines, for 8 hours?
Yeah, I hate that too.
Note: As I was writing this, some jackass turned off the airport wifi and there was nothing I could do about it. In case you skipped it above, now I must insist: watch John Mulaney.