By johnmolina – 06/02/2026 23:57

I thought I had it all planned out—leave the house with plenty of time to catch my flight, and then grab breakfast at the airport. But of course, I hit every red light like I was a contestant in some bizarre game show. By the time I parked, I sprinted through security, only to find out my gate had changed. I finally made it there, panting and sweating, and—guess what?—they had just closed the doors, and it was the last flight of the day. The icing on the cake? I had to spend the night at the airport with nothing but a granola bar and a half-drank bottle of water. It’s funny how life just… never seems to align when you really need it to. Ugh.