“All seats for Dallas flight 645 have now been sold out. We are looking for volunteers who can take a later flight and are willing to give up their seats…it will be greatly appreciated. This will be a packed flight ladies and gentlemen ,” the announcement came in a thick Texan accent. I had been sitting in the San Antonio airport for over an hour waiting for my flight to Dallas. I was on my way to spend a week and a half with my brother. I was bored, exhausted, and hungry. I’d been up since 1 in the morning. My parents had driven the 3 hours to Phoenix where I took a plane at 7. I had almost fallen asleep during the 2 hour trip to Texas and now I had to wait 2 more hours for my final flight. I spent the hours sitting at my gate trying hard not to doze off. I almost jumped out of my seat when the boarding started, all I wanted was to get to Dallas, take a nice bath, eat something and go to bed. But of course I always had the luck of getting one of the last numbers on my ticket, ...
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