Since I like to open links in new tabs and read them as I get to them (which sometimes takes days), I don't know where I found this, but it's a great story. I'm posting a short excerpt with a link back to the author's Tumblr. All credit to the original author.
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
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