After a delayed flight to Toronto, a cancelled flight to Windsor, a 6 hour wait in the re-booking line-up, a 30 minute wait on the tarmac, a very bumpy plane ride to Windsor, and a very snowy and very cold late-night arrival, I’m back in Windsor. Been here for about three days now, I think. I had never been so stressed in my life – any anxiety I’d had over December midterms did not even come close to that Monday at Pearson International Airport. I came very close to walking over to the nearest airport bar and demanding a shot of vodka, or something equally strong. Thankfully I had one of my good friends with me. If not for her, I probably would have gotten on the first flight back to Vancouver.
One good thing that came out of that whole experience, though: soft pretzels. After getting our flight to Windsor re-booked and once we made it through security a second time, we were starving. We had plenty of time to kill so we decided to eat at one of the restaurants at the airport called Mill St. They had soft pretzels on the menu, and after that mess of a morning, all I wanted were carbs.