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Flag of United States  , New York
Monday, June 7, 2010

At a little after 5pm at the airport in Buffalo New York is where I sat patiently awaiting for my seat section to get called to board the plane. As it got called, I gathered my things, had my boarding pass scanned, and headed down the terminal towards the Delta airline flight that would take me to JFK airport. As I got to where the terminal turned the corner to get onto the plane however, cursing under her breath, a woman working for the flight informed me that my medium sized piece of luggage was too large to fit into the overhead compartment in the plane and had to be stowed down below.I bet they loose money for every additional item that fails to be checked in at the start, I wonder as I recollect how my one large piece of luggage was checked in an hour and a half before. I entered the plane with just my tote and jacket, found my seat, and sat down.

I started to doze off. I abruptly fell fast asleep. As I awoke, I suddenly realized that the plane had not left the ground. People were looking around at one another in confusion. My flight was scheduled to leave at approximately 5:30 pm and now the time was almost 6. The pilot came over the load speaker and announced that there was a problem with the computer system and that they are going to have to return to the same terminal and have a tech person check it out. The pilot speculated that perhaps they would have to reboot the system. At the terminal the plane sat for a little over half an hour. The load speaker came on again, this time it was a stuartist. ''For those of you making a connection flight in JFK, there are personnel waiting at the front desk outside of the aircraft who can help determine whether or not you should remain on this flight or if you will have to rebook your flight. Please take everything with you.'' I did so and exited the plane. Walking out of the plane and back to the front desk, eying the familiarity of the airport's interior as I went, stress permeated through me. Six or seven people await the replies of two woman sporting headsets. A man declares that there is a flight right there leaving in 5 min that can take him where he needs to go with his final destination being Paris... Another woman also makes a remark on her flight. I calmly asked in regards to my flight and as one of the personnel looked it up on the computer screen, she looked up, made eye contact with me, and said, '‘You're fine''. I nod. Leaving the chaos, I made my way down the terminal and back to a smiley pair of stuartists greeting my return. As I found my seat again, I checked the time. Almost 7 o’clock.

To be continued…
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