I heard a rumbling noise. I looked out the Window.
The flight is landing.
As it opened its tires and touched the ashpalt of the runway, a man in a visibility jacket waved two glowsticks around, commanding the plane to stop. Once the plane had landed, a convertible staircase rolled in to the door of the plane. The people stepped out. The woman announced through the speakers again that the plane had landed and wouldn't leave for another five hours or so. Usual Routine. Some mechanics tampered with the plane (or so it seemed). And I went on my way.