What If?

Ch: 2 A possible nightmare

"I can't believe I'm doing this", I whispered to myself while looking outside the window. I've been thinking of doing this trip for a long time and I'm proud I decided to do it eventually.

I just prayed that everything would go fine, because stumbling even at a tiny pebble might cause me to go back.

The plane arrived at O'Hare International Airport,Chicago. Once I got off the plane, I frantically looked for the counter of my other flight and mentally face palmed myself for deciding to let my long, blonde hair down in such a situation.

I also wondered what on earth I was thinking when I decided I was too cool for tights and a hoodie and decided to wear a flowy, floral dress. Talk about knowing how to travel.

After what seemed like years of searching, I finally found the desk that was supposed to send me to San Francisco.

"Hello miss, how can I help you?", the red haired lady behind the counter asked while yawning into her hand.
"An hour of sleep would be fine.", I joked. "I see you'd accept it too."

The lady in her mid 50s, who was Marissa as I read from her badge, didnt like my statement and rolled her eyes and said in a rather aggressive tone,"What can I help you with miss, again."

First, fix your attitude I thought to myself, but who could blame her? It was 3am in the morning and if it wasnt for the 3 cups of caffeine I had, i would have responded the exact, same way.

"I have a connecting flight to San Francisco after 2 hours.", I said showing her my ticket.
"I'm sorry Miss Julliana John's but your flight has been delayed till further notice.", said Marissa as she read through my passport while looking as calm as ever.

"What?", I asked dumbfounded. "You're kidding right? It couldn't have."
"Listen kid I dont control the weather and I don't kid.", she stated rather pissed off.

"Weather? What's with the weather?", I asked already regretting my decision to have agreed to this.
"There's a storm in San Francisco and its dangerous to fly under these kind of circumstances."
"What do I do then? How long will I have to wait for?"

"They say it's a rough storm so there's no chance you'll leave before tomorrow around this time.", she said calmly while i was wondering what on earth do it.

And the contacts hurting my already sleep deprived eyes, were only making it worse. Which smart person wears contacts during a long, transit, late night flight?

"What do I do?", i ask her desperately.
"Well, if you have money you could rent a room for tonight.", she said and I could swear I saw sympathy in her eyes. I'm sure i looked like a lost puppy.

Marissa directed to a hotel counter: I thanked her and headed there. After I got to the other section of the airport, I asked the rather handsome assistant for a small room overnight.

I wish I looked at least decent, maybe less of a homeless person I thought to myself. Just as I thought I saw a silver lining, my card got declined.

I swore I remembered to recharge it before leaving. Right there, at that moment, I wanted to die and for the ground to open up and swallow me.

Apart from the embarrassment I received, I had no where to stay. And the money I had on me in cash wasnt enough for a room and some food.

Who on earth decided that a petite hotel room in the airport is equal to a sweet outside it?! And why on earth isnt room service or food in general included?!

I mentally face palmed myself and went to sit on the benches while wondering what I'm gonna do. I wished my family back home would transfer me some money, but it was either too late or too early, whatever way you look at it, and the transfer desk was closed.