Well, isn’t this just bloody fantastic. They couldn’t have just flown me straight home. No. The irritating stooge running the counter back at the airport when I went to buy a ticket had to put me on a flight that was heading in the total opposite direction of my hometown, and now I’m stuck here in the middle of nowhere with a group of petrified strangers running around without the slightest inkling of what to do next or how to survive without their ever-dependable blackberries and fancy laptop computers. Half these people probably haven’t ever been camping a day in their lives, and now they’re all screaming and crying all over the place.
It isn’t that I don’t feel the least bit sorry for them. Quite the contrary, but the way I see it, we’ve all got our problems.
Only one good thing has happened to me ever since I boarded our doomed flight. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the nervous gentleman I stumbled across at the airport is stranded here too. Does that make me a selfish person? It’s just that he’s incredibly easy to talk to and is always so polite and eager to help. He’s pretty adorable, actually, and the more I interact with him, the closer we become. It’s a bit odd how quickly we’ve taken to one another, but the way I figure, we all need at least one friend to watch our backs and vice versa.
One thing’s for sure: I’ve got his. As for everyone else … sometimes I struggle a bit with being a team player, so we’ll see how everything turns out.