My cousin is getting married in London over the weekend. Today is my flight. The cars furiously honked at each other in the jammed parking lot of Dulles International Airport. The sound of the tires squealing as people realized they needed to hit the brakes to avoid collision echoed in the polluted air. The tires emitted a smell of burning rubber. I felt like I was stranded. Cars everywhere, of every color, size, and design. Children peeped out of the windows with horrified expressions. I wanted to scream, “Let me out!” but ofcourse I couldn’t. My nice friend had volunteered to drop me off for my flight. I could see from his face now that he was regretting this decision. Somewhere in the distance, a family of five made their way around the cars, as if in a maze. The sound of the children’s tiny footsteps, and of their mother’s high heels joined the honking of the cars. A car put on its reverse lights, and the head of every driver turned towards its direction, their heads moving in unison. Miraculously, the car made its way out of the parking. The two cars surrounding the parking space gave their indicators, the blinking light formed its own rhythm. Who had given the indicator first? Both cars went for the parking. The sound of sudden acceleration, then braking, then acceleration. The sound of opening doors, footsteps, yelling, arguing. This provided entertainment for some of the stranded. Who knew parking could cause this much chaos? I sat in my car, staring at the fly stuck to the glove compartment, its wings periodically fluttered. The sounds of airplanes taking off shattered across the sky. “I should’ve just dropped you off at the entrance, why did I need to go inside with you?” came a voice filled with remorse. I looked at my friend with my eyes full of pity, my voice taking on a high pitch, apologetic tone. I had one handbag with me, we would make it in time, I thought. Raindrops started pounding on the windshield. The windshield wipers squeaked away. I could hear myself breathing. I quietly decided that I was not taking another vacation for a long time. The fly buzzed something in my ear.