Updated: July 6 2016

I did not like waiting inside airports they made me really nervous and my Dad's flight was over an hour behind schedule not to mention the people that snapped at me whenever I asked a question about my Dad's flight. I didn't even know that his flight was even behind until I arrived at the airport thirty minutes ago.

Then about twenty minutes after I sat down a man drunk of his arse spat on me. The spit didn't hit any skin but it is still disgusting that someone would spit on someone else. I knew right away that I would be washing my jacket (the item the spit landed on) before I ever wore it again.

I started to worry again after another thirty minutes passed by with no sign of my Dad's flight even though the arrivals board said his plane had landed over ten minutes ago but I did not see him walk off the plane. I found a ticket counter and waited to speak with the woman working behind it.

"What can I help you with today Ma'am?"

"The board says my dad's flight arrived ten minutes ago but nobody has come off the plane."

"What was his flight number?" She asked.

"Hold on I have it written down somewhere." I replied as I dig through my purse. "Here you go and the flight was coming from America."

"Oh it says here that the flight had a medical emergency and until the sick passenger is removed from the plane no one can leave."

"Thank you for your help." I replied. "Wait would you be able to tell me how long it could be until the passengers are released?"

"I honestly have no clue it depends on how sick the passenger is and if they are contagious or not. But an announcement will be made when passengers are allowed off that their flight has arrived."

"Thank you." I replied again.

I walked away from the counter this time. I made my way over to a counter that was selling food since I had not eaten since lunch. After I finished my food. I called the Dunns' to let them know that I would be staying the night with my dad. It was late and I didn't want to deal with them when I came home late.

They turned out not to be home so I left a message even though they were likely to delete it without listening to it. When I finally sat down again I just about fallen asleep when I felt a hand tap on my left shoulder. That single tap sent me jumping out of my seat sending the book I had been reading tumbling to the floor.

"Dad!" I said when I turned around to face him. "I didn't hear the announcement. I would have been at the gate waiting for you."

"Bella I am okay. I could have called a cab and gotten myself to the hotel all on my own." He said.

"It doesn't matter Dad. Do you really think that I would let you stay all alone your first night in a new city?" I asked. "Be sides I already told my host family that I was going to stay with you for the night. Do we have bags to get or can we leave?"

"I just have my suitcase to get. This bag here is my carry on." He replied. "I didn't pack much. I figured I could wash clothes if I needed to wear them again."

I showed him the way to baggage claim so he could retrieve his suitcase. I went to grab it but he beat me to it. We weaved our way through the crowded airport and flagged down a cab.

The cab took us straight to the hotel my dad had booked. The hotel he picked was quite nice and not far from the place. I knew my dad would be hungry so I ordered him a burger from room service. The burger came while Dad was in the shower. I paid for it and tipped the waiter and left the plate on the table they placed in the corner of the room.