John had been looking forward to his trip to Boston for months now. Of course, things never go quiet so well for John. On his way up to Boston, his trip's plans got derailed. The airport that he had a connection at had a massive storm, which caused damages that took two days to fix. So already John is in trouble. His hotel arrangement for his trip fell through and as did his car rental. When he eventually did get up to Boston he'd be on his own for finding a place to stay and ways around town.
Lucky though, he was on the first plane to his destination! Everything was going his way now, and nothing could stop John from enjoying himself. Well, nothing except for the wonderful service of these terrible airports that John had come to know and love.
"What do you mean my suitcase is missing?" asked John for the tenth time.
The clerk looked up from his paper, "I mean that the item you are asking for is currently not in our possession."
"How could you loose my suitcase, we're the first flight of the day!" shouted John, getting frustrated.
"I'm sorry sir, please just call back later." said the clerk in his usual monotone.
John stormed off. Standing by the curb outside he decided to wait for a taxi. However, before John could hail one, a large SVU sped by, splashing dirt, mud, and water all over John.
"Gah! My clothes are ruined!" shouted John, "Man, this sucks, what am I going to do now..."
As John stood there soaking we he tried to come up with a plan on what to do.