I sat down for a bit since I knew the stork wouldn’t be ready until later and watched people pick up their dogs. At around 7 they asked for my confirmation number and told me that the plane had been delayed in taking off due to mechanical issues, so the bird arrival would be closer to nine. An hour later I found out the stork was not due until 11! The plane had taken off, returned to Dulles airport and was waiting to take off again! At this point my phone decided it was a great time to flash low battery, so I pulled out my pocket logic puzzles, bought a soda and settled into my surprisingly comfortable chair. The plane was delayed twice more.
The office closed, although the wonderful people at United Cargo let me stay, and finally the plane arrived at midnight, and then I waited an hour for the stork to go through security. Finally at 1:02 AM I glimpsed the little bundle of joy.
We drove back in silence and bright and early in the morning I let him out of his crate. As he chittered happily and flapped his wings to beg for food I realized all of the trouble was worth it. He was precious, and so we named him Azizi, which means precious in Arabic.