Gemotions

The overhead announcement crackled, the static amplifying the venom in the woman’s voice. *Delayed due to unforeseen circumstances.* Unforeseen? Sarah slammed her fist against the armrest, the plastic groaning in protest. Her sister's wedding. Her only sister. She’d spent months planning the perfect toast, crafting the perfect speech. Now? She was trapped in purgatory, the fluorescent lights of the airport a mocking reminder of her helplessness.

She stalked to the customer service desk, each step a carefully controlled explosion of fury. The agent, a young man with a perpetually cheerful demeanor, began to speak. "I understand this is frustrating, ma'am…" He didn't understand. Not even a little bit.

"Frustrating?" Sarah’s voice rose, each syllable laced with ice. "My sister is getting married! And I'm going to miss it because of *unforeseen circumstances*? Unforeseen? Are you serious?" The agent flinched. Good.