I can still feel the buzz. Friday afternoon, staring blankly at my screen, the weekend stretching ahead like a vast, boring desert. Then, that little spark: What if…? A frantic flurry of clicks, a ridiculously cheap flight snagged, a bag…

Picture this: You’re slumped in an airport chair, scrolling endlessly, battling the unique brand of soul-crushing boredom only a long layover can induce. The fluorescent lights hum, the smell of stale coffee hangs heavy… Ugh. We’ve all been there. BUT…