Ah, the joys of travel! Our Miami to Houston flight decided to join the delayed party, leaving us with the delightful possibility of missing our transfer in Houston. Talk about a thrilling challenge!
Upon landing in Houston, we were greeted with the news that we had a whopping 20 minutes to catch our next flight. Cue the Olympic-level sprint through the airport! I must say, I’ve never moved so quickly in my life. Dodging passengers, luggage carts, and probably a few confused airport employees, we made a mad dash to our gate.
Houston Airport, a behemoth of a place, seemed to stretch for miles. But fear not, for we were on a mission – a mission to avoid an unexpected sleepover in Houston!
Miraculously, we made it just in the nick of time. Picture this: panting, sweating, and with our hearts racing, we stumbled onto the plane, the last passengers to board. The flight attendants were already closing the door, but we waved our victory flags and claimed our seats.
Finally, safe and sound, we made it home and into bed by 12:30 am. Ah, the sweet relief of a narrowly averted travel disaster!
So glad to have made our flight!