Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

If time can pass both fast and slow then this is what it did. Every moment took forever as we watched each person move like tar through the security gates. Every minute zipped by as we still weren't through the gates at the appropriate time.

We made it. Just. We ran to our gate and waited. Then waited some more. Then there was commotion and people began leaving. We asked about it and our gate was moved downstairs. We moved there and waited. More commotion and our gate was moved again. After a long time someone then told us that the flight had been delayed. A couple of hours, they said. Then they told us to board a bus and go to the hotel for some “rest.”

A two-hour delay and they are putting us up in a hotel? I've been here long enough to know something smells wrong, and it isn't just the pollution. I put the wife to bed and stayed up reading for those two hours just in case. Like I thought, no one came knocking and I went to bed, too. About six the next morning we got a banging on the door and a bus ride back to the airport. We still waited there a couple of hours while they did what they do and were finally let on the plan and made our way home. I swear every time we fly anywhere in this country something goes wrong. Next time I'm taking the bus.