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when I was about 12 we were coming back from a family trip to california and we had to change planes in Chicago. They overbooked the flight and ended up bumping people off. They offered my parents four flights anywhere continental USA & caribiean if we were willing to be bumped and wait for the next flight. My parents took it (and we eventually went to Aruba on those tickets) rightfully. The next flight wasn't for 10 hours which would normally have been a bit of a pain with a 12 year old and a 10 year old.
However, it became a nightmare for me when halfway through a meal we were having at this fancy resturant in the airport I started to feel really sick. My parents thought I was playing up a bit at first but an hour or so later when I physically was too weak to move they figured there was something actually wrong with me. I spent about 8 hours of that delay litteraly passed out on the floor of the waiting area or in the bathroom being really sick. Apparently, we eventually flew home first class but I can't remember because they had to pick me up and put me on the flight because I was too weak to walk and I slept the whole way home.
I was then majorly sick for the next week or so with the doctor suggesting dysentery. We had crossed the border into Tijuana for the afternoon while we were in San Diego and even though we dranked bottled drinks and such I must have somehow gotten some water into me.
That is partially why I am going back to Chicago on my trip out to Phoenix since my only memory of the city is almost dying in the airport.
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