A Guide To Beating The Airport Blues

This past weekend, BSU’s Model Senate team traveled down to sunny, alligator-infested Florida for a competition. While I enjoyed the beautiful weather, the delayed return flight and 10 hour wait at the airport was…less than ideal. But I thought I’d make something productive out of this experience. Here’s my guide for what to do the next time you find yourself waiting for a flight that just won’t come. 

2:15 p.m.- Arrive at the airport. 

2:30 p.m.- Check your bags. 

3:00 p.m.- Go through TSA. 

3:30 p.m.- Find your gate. 

4:00 p.m.- Pay $12 for an overpriced airport sandwich. 

4:15 p.m.- Catch up on some reading. 

5:15 p.m.- Umm…. 

5:30 p.m.- Get crafty! Maybe now is the time to get into origami like you’ve always wanted. 

5:40 p.m.- Start making a paper crane. 

5:45 p.m.- Throw your mangled piece of paper in the trash. 

6:00 p.m.- Start making up fake backstories for all the people in the airport.  

6:30 p.m.- Check the flight tracker obsessively for more delays. 

7:00 p.m.- No please…not another hour… 

7:30 p.m.- Start to lose hope. 

8:00-10:00 p.m.- Stare blankly at the ceiling. Unblinking. Unmoving. 

10:30 p.m.- Dabble in nihilism. 

11:00 p.m.- Find religion. 

11:01 p.m.- Pray. 

11:10 p.m.- Accept that you are going to die in this airport. 

11:15 p.m.- Start drafting your will. 

11:30 p.m.- Tell your friends and family you love them. Bonus points if you pick out a font for your tombstone. 

11:45 p.m.- Could that be…the rumbling of an engine outside??? 

12:00 a.m.- It is!!! Fall to your knees and weep. 

12:15 a.m.- Get on the plane. Promise yourself you’re never going to fly again. 

Hope this helps! 

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