The wrong kind of Italian Guidos.

Once upon a time there was a art$y edgy girl named Julia who was supposed to take a flight that left Chicago at 10:00 AM and arrive in Newark NJ at 1:10 PM. She checked her bag, hugged her mom goodbye, went through security, boarded the plane, and took off without one single problem. During her flight she filled out part of a puzzle book her Aunt Jill gave her and listened to music to pass the time. She noticed after about a half hour that the plane was unusually hot She recalled the conversation she had with her mother that very morning:
Julia: Do I have to bring Plummer's sweatshirt on the plane?
Susan: yes, it always gets cold on the airplane and it's hard to fall asleep and be cold at the same time.
But young naïve Julia didn't think much of the sweltering heat. Instead, she continued listening to her music and filling out her puzzle book. One hour passed.
Suddenly, the plane took a surprising turn. She heard the mumbles of the pilot over the intercom but couldn't hear what he. Julia turned to the woman sitting next to her and said,
"what's going on?"
The woman simply replied'
"they're turning the plane around."
Whaat??? Are you kidding me? we were halfway there and turned back??
I would continue telling the story the way I have been, but I can't because it frustrates me way too much.
Anyway, we fly back to Chicago. BACK TO CHICAGO! At that point I was like "screw the rules I'm using my phone"and I inform my parents. There was something wrong with the pressure system in the plane, thats why it was so hot. Which doesn't really make sense to me or add up but whatever, I told my parents the deal. I guess my dad just gets on the phone with the United Airlines people and my mom is texting me motivational words and stuff. So I walk to A8, the gate we were told to go to. And it's another flight to Newark. Of course I got right in line. I got put on standby. Number 5. I wait anxiously. I really don't want to miss my flight to Germany, who would? At last "Kate-Lynn" mispronouncing my last name, classic. I was seat 39B. I was on this flight. I immediately board the plane, it was 1:00 and the flight was scheduled to leave at 1:08. Perfect.
And then we sit...and sit..and sit. There was some problem with the weight? That apparently took a whole hour to fix.
Long story short, I missed my 5:50 Germany flight. So here I sit, in a Bew Jersey hotel with french fries while watching NCIS. I should be on my flight to Germany, but alas, I am not. The flight I will be taking leaves at 5:50PM tomorrow. So if you know of any fun things to do (besides jersey turnpike-ing with Pauly D and the situation) let me know!
Until next time friends!
Julia Rose