Logan Airport
“Can I help the next customer in line please?”
Meredith stepped forward and handed the agent her ID and boarding pass. “I need to get to Michigan, and my flight was just cancelled.”
The man clicked a few buttons on his keyboard and frowned. Click, click, click. “Looks like all flights are postponed to Grand Rapids due to the snowstorm.”
“I understand that. I was hoping you could book me to some other airport nearby.”
Click, click, click. The man’s expression didn’t change as he continued to stare at his screen. After a minute of typing, he finally said, “There’s a flight headed to Chicago. Is that close enough?”
“Chicago? I guess if that’s all there is,” Meredith answered. The cost of a rental car and a tank of gas couldn’t add up to more than it would cost her to get another night at a hotel here.
The agent frowned. “Looks like that flight’s full.”
Meredith tried not to let her impatience show. “When’s the next flight to Chicago leave?” she asked.
“Let me check.” Click, click, click. “There’s a flight to Chicago taking off in an hour and a half, but it’s departing from Terminal E.”
“That’s fine, I’ll take it.”
Click, click, click. “Unfortunately, that flight’s full, too.”
Meredith was ready to get home, however she got there, and then avoid traveling for at least the rest of the winter.
“Forget Chicago,” she finally said. “What flights do you have heading to Michigan?”
“Michigan?” he asked as if he’d never heard of the state before.
“Michigan,” Meredith repeated.
Click, click, click.
“There’s a flight to Detroit that still has one seat available.”
“I’ll take it.” She just hoped he’d book it for her before another passenger grabbed it.
Click, click, click. “Would an aisle seat be okay?”
“An aisle seat would be fine,” she answered hurriedly.
He pressed a few more buttons, printed up a boarding pass, and handed it to her.
“Here you go. Your one-way ticket on Flight 219, headed to Detroit.”