On my way back from Germany (years and years ago, back in 1998) I got to Dallas and my connecting flight to Seattle was already boarding. I ran and hauled my luggage all the way to the next gate only to find that my flight had already left. I wandered aimlessly, alone, exhausted, and confused for over an hour just looking for the right airline to talk to. They, of course, were on the very end and completely hidden unless you standing directly in front of them. Security thought I was suspicious for going in and out of check points, so I (and each of my bags) got searched at least 5 times
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