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slight change of course in our flight this evening.” My stomach drops slightly, not liking the sound of this at all.
    “The airport in Vieux-Fort is experiencing some serious technical issues,” he continues calmly, “so our flight has been rerouted to the George Charles Airport in Castries, on the other side of the island. There’s no need to panic,” naturally, the first thing I do is begin to panic, “because there will be plenty of taxis and shuttles available at the airport, waiting to get you all to your final destination. We apologize for this inconvenience, but your safety is of our upmost concern. Thank you for your attention, and we should have you on the ground within the hour.”
    A quiet murmur breaks out among all of the passengers; however, the only words I can make out are coming from the hot dickhead across the aisle — the now extremely pissed-off , hot dickhead.
    “What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? This is bullshit. I fucking knew some stupid shit like this would happen. Goddamn it, motherfucker,” he growls every word of his rant while banging his fist on the seat in front of him.
    Like a car crash you can’t not look at, I turn to watch his temper tantrum, as does everyone else within earshot, until the flight attendant appears from the back. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to calm down and watch your language. Everything’s going to be just fine. We will ensure everyone gets to their hotel this evening.”
    He doesn’t even bother looking up at her. “Fuck off and leave me alone. This is bullshit,” he snarls.
    “I understand you’re upset, sir,” she snaps back, “but you really need to settle down before you scare the other passengers. Everything is going to be just fine; the captain will make sure the plane lands safely, and ground transportation can be handled once everyone deplanes.”
    “Whatever, this is fucking ridiculous,” he mumbles, crossing his arms on the fold-out tray in front of him and burying his face in the crease of his elbow. “I knew better than to do this shit again.”
    She shakes her head and storms off, leaving the rest of us wondering what in the hell just happened. I glance over at the crazy couple, mainly for some reassurance I didn’t imagine the entire exchange, and I’m greeted by two sets of eyes as wide as saucers. Shrugging, I lift my eyebrows to silently say ‘I’ve got no clue either.’
    Not too long after, the seatbelt light overhead illuminates with a ding as the captain comes back on the speaker alerting us we’re about to land, at the wrong airport no less, and apologizes again for any inconvenience the issue has caused. I momentarily forget about the freaks I’m surrounded by, returning to my panicked worry of how I’m going to get to my hotel and how much farther away I am now that I’m on the other side of the island.
    When the plane finally comes to a stop, almost everyone jumps up, cramming the center walkway and grabbing their carry-on bags as the concern about being at the wrong airport is discussed openly. Listening to the others isn’t helping my level of uneasiness; suddenly being a young girl alone in a foreign country no longer seems like such a great idea.
    “Which resort are you staying at?” Stefania asks me as we wait for the people at the front of the plane to disembark.
    Once all of my things are securely inside my backpack, I swing it over my shoulders and answer. “Ti Kaye. What about you guys?”
    “We’re at one of the Sandals —the adults only one.” She loops her arms around Marcel’s waist and gazes up at him dreamily. “We’re on our five year anniversary trip, and I think Papi has a surprise or two in store for me.”
    I force a small smile as I look at them both, cringing internally. I know by the intonation in her voice she’s hoping for an engagement ring . . . or a big ass orgy . . . maybe both. But I also know by the look in his eye, she isn’t getting one.
    Well, at least