Flight Chronicles: A Story and Tips for Flying
Gate 32 to Home An announcement blared through the terminal: “Proceed to Gate 11 immediately!” Suddenly, the crowd surged like it was do-or-die, like the plane would take off without them. I dragged my heavy luggage up the stairs, feeling it tear at my shoulder. Ugh, why do I always pack too much? I’d tried stuffing everything into my checked bag, but nope. I had to carry some inside. Now, I’m slumped on the floor, gasping for air, every muscle aching. Travel with heavy bags really sucks. But hey, a little distraction caught my eye. A hunk. Yep, a seriously yummy one. Our eyes met… or maybe I was just dreaming. Too bad he was already claimed by a clingy girlfriend. Damn, taken! I laughed at myself for the momentary fantasy. On Board Flight delayed by an hour and fifteen minutes. Exhausted and starving, I watched time tick slowly. Waiting for food felt like a test of patience. Finally, the stewardess served chicken with rice, okra, and cashew nuts. It wasn’t gourmet, but my tummy threw ...
