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Spoiler :I flew something like 26 hours (well, 26 with the number of hours of waiting in the airport, which weren't as much as usual, actually) yesterday, and at the end, when I was incredibly tired (I won't get into details about how "great" it is to wake up at 1:30 AM to catch the plane and then being still on "Tuesday" for 30 waking hours since then), I finally arrived in Texas, were I need to be.
So I arrived, and they tell me I have to be last to get off the plane, because I'm an unaccompanied minor... ok, no problem. I do that, and when I get in the airport this crazy Mexican woman from the airport staff comes to me and says "Come with me!! Don't leave anywhere! Don't run! Come exactly after me! Come!", and she starts walking through the airport. Obviously I had no intention of running whatsoever, I was calm and a bit amused, but she didn't seem to notice.
She said they don't have enough papers to let me go, because they can't know for sure if the name of the person I say is going to wait for me is actually the correct name.
So they put me in this small LOCKED ROOM, with a CODE both from the inside and the outside, unable to do anything, knowing I have to pick up my other bag, and with no possibility to contact the guy who was supposed to wait for me.
After waiting something like 45 minutes, I was literally feeling like a prisoner!! Then this woman came back, she told me "we paged the guy, he will probably show up" and said "Come!!" (and even if I was less than 40 cm from her, she was still always looking over her shoulder to make sure I was there, every 3 seconds or so), again taking me through all the corners of the airport.
Well, believe me, being in such a situation for almost 1 hour and a half, after 26 hours of flight and 28 hours of Tuesday, you don't feel good at all. That woman was paranoid, and I was all around treated like an illegal!! I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Spoiler :And on top of all that, I couldn't get my bag. My bag is in Atlanta, I'm in Texas. Tomorrow I have a guitar competition. I don't have ANYTHING with me, not even the pills I had to take for my cold, or my guitar scores... So on top of that all, my throat is still sore, and my nose is running.
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I've had a cold since Saturday, and the only thing I've had to eat or drink is toast and tea.
I apologize on behalf of my countryI'm really sorry, though to e hones you should have told her to screw off when she tried to lock you up. At least that's what I would have done.