My parents split up three months ago, in the fall, but they said the three of us would still go to this Mexican resort for Christmas because we already had the tickets and all that. By the time Christmas rolled around my mom said no way, she’d changed her mind and my dad said okay, it’ll just be me and him going to Mexico. Then, on the day we were supposed to leave, my dad wasn't at his place and I couldn't reach him on his phone and I said to myself thanks guy, you've really pulled out all the stops this year, and I went anyway. I mean I went into my dad’s spare room and took his “rainy day” money and my ticket and all the hotel information and I called a cab to take me to the airport. After waiting 3 terribly boring hours on the tarmac, due to bad weather. I see the fasten seat belts sign light up and think I’m here, I cant wait to get on the beach and get a awesome tan!! Then it happens, I hear the lady on the voice system saying “ Ok, passengers you may unfasten your seat belts and exit the plane to your right, you're missing a beautiful winter day here in Denver!” I was shocked! Did I really get on the wrong plane? Or was this all a joke, my dad set up? These were the things crossing my mind, when I was slowly walking down the air terminal. What will I do? How will I get home? I walk into the main lobby of the airport and say to myself “Merry Christmas”. I shoot as fast as I can over to the booth where you buy tickets. And ask the lady “ Are their any flights available to get me back to Detroit? I got on the wrong plane.” She looks up at me and says in a harsh tone “ NO!” I was startled at first but that wasn't what was bothering me most, the fact that I was stuck in cold Denver, Colorado for Christmas with no flight home , was number one thing on my mind. I decided to try and get a hotel room for the night, so I will at least have somewhere to stay and figure out what to say to my parents. On the way to the hotel I finally thought
