It was a normal December night in 2021... for most people. For me and my family, it was quite different. We were heading to the airport. "Lets see... Megan, have you got your retainer and cosmetics bag in your suitcase?" asked my mom. I quickly unzipped my bag. "Mhm!" I said, pretty excited. Airports were pretty much my favorite place to go. My dad was checking his phone for the status of the flight. "oh shoot..." he mumbled. "Guys, our flight is cancelled." I knew my mom was going to rant on and on about how "stupid" it was. "Well, what are we going to do?" asked my mom with an angry tone of voice. My dad replied, "well, we have no choice but to go to the airport.". 

I slipped on my mask. So did everyone else in the car. The road was so eerie, as there were no cars on the road. It was fun talking with my grandma in the car, but the ride was so long and I didn't have anything to say. We passed a blue building that was made of blue tinted windows. "There's the mustache building!" exclaimed my grandpa. I turned my head to look at the architecture. We were very close to the airport. In fact, I even heard a plane nearby! A sign came into view. It said that the airport was two miles away.

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I hugged my grandma goodbye and entered the airport with my family. The first thing that was seen in the airport was a HUGE line. About 25 people in each check in kiosk.

My dad checked his phone whilst in the long line. "Look here! It says that our flight was rebooked... we board the flight at... 10:30. okay, we have 6 hours. That's great, with time to get some food." my dad said. "No, you are NOT getting a Coca-Cola at the food court" said my mom. I chuckled a bit, and then looked at the line. We were almost at the start of the line! And then we moved up to the front. My dad scanned the barcode on his phone and we put in our bag numbers. 3 suitcases, two backpacks, zero baby carriers. Our tickets printed out, but the screen had a message. Not "thanks for checking in!" or "thanks for flying Southwest!", but "please check your bags in four hours before the flight." My dad sighed, walking to the bench area. There was a ticket not fully printed out, so I pulled it out. It had my dad's name on it. "Dad! Your ticket!" I yelled across the room. My dad turned around and grabbed it. "Nice catch, Megan!" he said. Then we all waked back to the benches.

We had sat on the benches for 2 hours. My dad was watching YouTube on his phone and I was watching a girl struggling to meet the weight limit, rearranging all of her items. 2 hours later, we were able to go to the TSA line. The line didn't look to long from the escalator - it looked like the line ended at the end of the TSA area. We walked to the end of the line... but it continued.  I just walked with my father. The line continued to wrap around the baggage claim, and even past that - the arrivals area. Luckily, the line was extremely fast moving. It took about 15 minutes to get through the line, actually. The check in was extremely easy. Once we got through, it was time to go to our gate. But first, McDonalds!