Here's a little story for you, permafrying, to help pass the time:
The most memorable bus trip I ever had was at JFK, 40 years ago. Christmas Eve, flying home to Cleveland. While taxiing to takeoff position, a blizzard blew up, visibility went to zero, the plane went off the runway. Front wheel in a ditch. Took several hours to get a bus out to take us off the plane. Meanwhile, we could smoke on the plane and the drinks were free.
The bus arrived, we transferred to it, and by then we were a merry bunch and all great friends! The bus was to take us to the airport motel (the airport had closed), but it got lost in the blowing snow and took more hours to find the way. As I recall, we spent around 8 hours between boarding the plane and arriving at the motel.
One of our fellow passengers was a little old lady all dressed in black who didn't speak a word of English or any language any of us recognized. She was totally bewildered and clearly frightened. At the hotel, once we had our luggage, she showed us an envelope with a Cleveland return address. Took us most of the night to get a phone number for that address from the operator and to get a call through (most phone lines were down from the blizzard) to the number. Turned out her son was a recent immigrant from Central Europe who was bringing his mother over to live with him. To see her face light up when we put the phone to her ear and she heard her son's voice was amazing. By then it was Christmas morning. One of the best I've had.