It's been a rough day. I missed all off my connecting flights out of JFK today due to unforeseen weather and traffic conditions. There was a plane accident at LaGuardia Airport where a plane skidded off a runway coated with ice, so all of the LaGuardia traffic was also routed through an overwhelmed JFK.
Where did this mess leave me? Stuck on the ground at Boston Logan International Airport for 7 hours with a very upset little boy kicking my seat behind me and a flight attendant who refused to give me more water.
I didn't watch a single movie or television show on the plane because American didn't provide any (go figure), but luckily for me, between naps I could observe the dynamics of having a rabbi, a pastor, a crazy number of international photographers, and really peeved flight attendants all in the same 5 rows. Between "prayer offs" where the rabbi would get up to pray and preach to the passengers about the Holocaust and then the pastor would get up to pray and praise God for keeping us safe, the flight attendants would then ask politely and then sternly for every passenger to please just sit down. Even through the religious commotion, I could hear the vaguely European accents of high fashion photographers going on and on about how they had a photoshoot they just had to be at and what would the models say when their favorite photographer wasn't there to help them give their best work?
I hope tomorrow I will make all of my new flights and be in Niger by Sunday. Later than we had all hoped, but alas, that's just the way these things go.
Note: I have never been in a suite before. I did not ask for a suite. I did not pay for a suite. Your guess is as good as mine as to why I ended up in this room. I think frazzled person + wearing clothes for Africa not 20 degree New York City weather + too many bags = suite room pity. I'm not complaining!