I was in the military and had orders to be stationed back in the US from a three year tour in Panama. My first objective was to fly to New York where my car had been going through a complete restoration while I served our country overseas. I booked a flight into New York. I was so excited! I had never been to New York!

My flight arrived right on time. My friend was waiting for me to grab my luggage and hop in his car for a quick ride to pick up may car. Except, he wasn't there. I looked, I called, I searched. He looked for me, he called me, he searched for me. I was standing right where I said I was and he was standing right where he said he was...300+ miles away in another airport.

Who knew there were three airports to choose from in New York? Not me! I felt like the Home Alone kid. Totally alone in a HUGE city I had never been to and my flight to the correct airport wasn't until the next afternoon.

The good news was, my friend's sister was able to pick me up and I got a quick night time tour of New York. (I have yet to actually see NY!) The bad news is, I brought the Panama weather with me and the worst, and hottest heat wave New York had ever experienced happened the night I was stuck in New York.

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