The jet lag was a constant companion.
The airline and airport staff held all the power in this interaction.
There was no room to argue, only to acquiesce.
Their silence when I tried to ask why my seat was being changed, the clipped language from the gate agent, even the way the attendants visibly shifted around me—all said I was expected to comply without question.
My status or titles meant little here; the system spoke louder.
At the gate, last-minute announcements that the flight was overbooked added to the tension.
Each step built tension, but nothing was outright explained or resolved.
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