I raced to the restroom in the airport to touch up my makeup, but I stopped when I heard a woman sobbing. I was shocked and heartbroken by what I saw when I persuaded her to open the stall door. This occurred yesterday. I clomped through the airport terminal, leaving my rolling suitcase in my wake. I looked at my watch for the hundredth time and felt so angry. By now, I should have been halfway to New York, not still trapped in this fucking airport. I glared at the departure board and said under my breath, “This is stupid.” Due to a collision on the highway, I was not there on my initial flight. I had a reservation for a later one, but the delays kept happening. A businessman in a sharp suit walked right into me and hurried by without even saying sorry. I held back a mocking remark and inhaled deeply. Stephanie, get your act together,” I urged myself. “There is only a flight delay,” not the end of everything.
However, as I slumped into a painful plastic chair, I could not get rid of the sensation that it was going to be a bad day. A voice crackled over the speakers, “Flight 1452 to New York City is now boarding at Gate 23.” I gathered my belongings and made my way to the gate, hoping that this flight would ultimately deliver me to my destination. A few hours later, I stumbled, bleary-eyed and irritable, off the plane at JFK. There were so many weary tourists vying for space around the carousel that the baggage claim area resembled a zoo. I moaned, “You have got to be kidding me,” as I noticed my vivid purple bag coming out. with an enormous tear along the side. The woman sitting next to me gave me a pitying glance. “Hard day?”
I rubbed my temples and sighed, “You have no idea.” Before I lose it, I just need a minute to myself. She gestured to one of the nearby restrooms. Would you mind taking a break? I will be on the lookout for any extra bags you may have. “I am grateful,” I responded, forcing a meek smile. “I should reapply my cosmetics.” I pushed the heavy bathroom door open, wishing for a quiet moment. But I froze the moment I stepped inside. There was a sobbing person. Though muffled, the sound was still audible. Tight, shaky sobbing emanating from one of the stalls. I was confused of what to do and stood there awkwardly. I felt like I should be there to console her, but I was also afraid of bothering her.
I hurriedly touched up my makeup and departed after a brief pause, attempting to get rid of the uneasy sensation. But I could not help but think of those heartbreaking sobs while I waited for my bag at the carousel. I could not help but be pulled back to the bathroom. I was shocked to see that the sobbing had continued. This time, I was unable to simply leave. I inhaled deeply and moved toward the restroom. “Hello?” I yelled quietly. “Are you all right in there?”