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It had already been over an hour, and I could tell the entire plane was getting anxious. We hadn’t moved more than 5 feet as the rain came down and the thunder continued to pound. Barely any air squeaked out of the overhead nozzle, and a toddler two rows in front of me was starting a fit of rage. Over the loudspeaker, the pilot updated us that our status had not changed, that we were still awaiting word on when we would be able to take off. I had experienced an exhausting 24 hours up before this, and I was getting a little frustrated. I had been in this situation many times before and doubted I would make it home to see my family any time soon.

Charlotte was a nice city, but not one where I wanted to spend ...