I've mentioned in previous stories that I constantly find myself in various situations during my travels. It's nerve-wracking and stressful, but at the same time, it's an adventure that leads to crazy experiences and stories by the end. These are the stories I usually share with everyone heading overseas so they don't end up in the same trouble. Those who read my past blogs might remember the missed train, the long bus ride, debt, various illnesses, and that was just the first year:) This year, after New York, I decided to visit my old friend Weldon, who once taught me the craft of cooking from scratch. I'll never forget the first time I walked into the kitchen and he pointed out that my shoes were unsuitable and slippery, and later showed me how to hold a knife properly. Yes, I had been holding a knife wrong my whole life. Actually, everyone holds it wrong. But that's not the point. My flight was to Miami with a 3-hour layover, where I planned to walk around the airport. Why not? My luggage was already being transferred from plane to plane. But that's where the adventures began. It all started in New York, while I was sitting calmly on the plane waiting for takeoff. The flight was delayed a bit, but then it moved to the runway, taxied around, and then went back to the gate. They announced there were technical issues and we had to wait. That's when it hit me. I couldn't remember where my laptop was. I checked my carry-on, and it wasn't there! I just ran to the gate without listening to the flight attendants, shouting that I'd forgotten my laptop. Technically, you're not supposed to leave the plane after boarding. Who knows what you might have left inside? It turned out I had taken the laptop out at the security checkpoint, which was half an airport away. Dying of breathlessness, I barely made it there. Of course, it wasn't there anymore. I asked, almost shouting: "Did you see a laptop? I forgot it about 30 minutes ago..." A young African-American man, for whom the situation was apparently routine, just opened a small safe, checked it, and asked if there was anything on it. Well, yes. It had a gray, wool-like folder on it. I explained that to him, and he handed me my laptop. I couldn't believe my eyes! I ran back to the plane just as frantically and sat in my seat, but it turned out my running was in vain. We sat for another 20 minutes, and then they announced that something was really wrong and the flight would be delayed for another 3 hours. They asked, "Could you please leave the plane? We're going to get it fixed!" It was unpleasant, of course. At the gate, a representative from American Airlines was bombarded with questions about what to do with connecting flights, which we would obviously miss. She just said there was a small chance, but we could go and change them. They advised calling a special number. But that number told me my ticket status hadn't changed yet, so I couldn't change it. They said to go and change it at the airport exit where I checked in. I went out, and there was a giant line. I tapped into my inner troublemaker and started complaining to the manager about why I had to stand in line because of the company's mistakes. We had a tense conversation, but he said there was nothing he could do. Eventually, another manager approached me and took me through the VIP line. They changed my ticket in 5 minutes. Only now, instead of New York-Miami-Austin (Texas), it was New York-Miami-Dallas (Texas)-Austin (Texas). Given that the transit between Dallas and Austin and the flight time were minimal, it wasn't too bad. But I did have to wait for the plane to be fixed in Miami. And I had quite a long wait there. I had to go through security again (this time I double-checked everything. Yes, I didn't lose the laptop again.) You understand, right, that you have to be careful with these things? Because, for example, in my country, they don't ask you to take out laptops at security. But in America, at every X-ray, you have t

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