Most of the time, we travel by airplane because it’s the quickest way to get to our destination. This can be very thrilling sometimes, but at other times, annoying. There could be a crying baby, an old man snoring, or just some complete weirdo that’s sitting next to me. I usually get one of these every time I travel, but there was one time where that wasn’t the case at all.
My mom and I were travelling back to Alaska from Minnesota. Or, at least we were planning on it until we found out our flight was delayed and would instead take place the next morning. The air was too smoky in Fairbanks for the plane to make a safe landing.
We were going to have to spend the night in the Minneapolis airport. I was half bummed, half excited at first. For starters, I would have to sleep on the floor or on the benches, and I didn’t have my bag because it had gone on to Fairbanks without us. I was also excited at the same time because I had never before spent so long in an airport, let alone spent the night. I also thought it’d be cool to say that I’d stayed the whole night in an airport (now, remember, I was only ten at the time.) What I didn’t know was that I’d have a greater story to tell.
First, my mom and I went to a special sitting area to get some peace and quiet (if that’s possible in an airport.) A few other ladies were already there, gossiping and going on about whatever middle-aged women went on about those days. They were actually kind of entertaining to listen to while we sat there.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something small and dark dart under my mom’s chair. I thought it was just me imagining things, but a moment later, I caught another glimpse of it. I recognized what it was that time: a mouse.
I told my mom, and she saw it too, and as it kept making appearances, so did the other women. I sure could tell when they noticed it, because they started screaming and hollering to each other. They stood on the furniture, as if to put as much distance between themselves and that little mouse. We all decided to go somewhere else: to the benches at a gate. Yes, we had thought that we were getting away from the mouse, but soon found out that the building was infested with them. No matter where we went, there was always a mouse waiting for us.
And so, we decided to get those cheap sleeping mats and blankets that airports lend you and sleep on the floor with them. I really didn’t want to--almost refused to--but all of the benches were filled.
I hadn’t slept too badly after all, but I can only imagine what went on while I was asleep. I hope a mouse hadn’t crawled on me or even come close.
What made me even angrier, though, was that when I had awakened, I found my mom sleeping on a nearby bench. She had left me on the floor, while she got the spot away from the mice. How very nice of her.
That night was not the best, but it’s also not something you hear every day. All of the ups and downs of travelling are unique and make every trip interesting. Every one: another story to tell.