I went back to North Carolina for my cousin's wedding this weekend and I am officially sick of airports. I stayed up all night to catch an early flight, arrived in Newark at like 7 and met up with my glorious sister around 10 only to find our flight had been cancelled. So we waited around for the next flight but it moved to another gate and took off without us. Eventually, many years later, we did get that flight.
There was a pigeon in the airport with us it was pretty great. Though by great I do mean hellish