2 flights, 3 take offs, 3 landings, what!?

I'm not going to apologize for not writing for a while because well, I just don't care. And I was busy actually working in India for the last two weeks. I'm back home now. Let me tell you how I got home.

My flight from Mumbai to London took off a little over an hour late and my layover in London was only an hour and a half. So I get to London and I have to go through security again which is retarded because my gate was in the same terminal I was already in and I went through security in Mumbai, but no, the English make yo go through security again. By the time I get through I am sprinting to gate which although is in the same terminal is about a half mile away because once again, you guessed it, London Heathrow is retarded. Normally spiriting a half mile is easy for me, I mean I am a physical specimen.. a phenom, if you will, and you better. However, after two weeks of eating food in India and not working out sprinting a half mile when I am really sleepy carrying a full backpack while avoiding barreling into an Englishman in the terminal was somewhat taxing. It's true, I'm human. Anyway, I make my flight. We take off and everything is looking good. About a half an hour later the captain comes on and informs us there has been an electrical problem (2 of 3 motors went out, I was curious what would have happened if the third went out, but I have no idea what these "motors" actually do) and we have to head back to London. Needless to say, everyone was thrilled. We get back and get off the plane. I immediately head to the lounge and start drinking. So they don't know if the plane can be fixed soon, but there is another plane available, but the pilots can only work a certain number of hours so we don't know if we are going to leave that night or wait til the next day. A couple of hours later they announce they are boarding the plane and we are leaving. So we make it to Boston about 4 and half hours late. We land a little after 2AM. Oh and the landing was pretty f-ing bad. They had gotten a third pilot to take over for the other guys when their eligible time was up and I think the new guy didn't have much experience. Anyway, I am happy that we made it. I get off the plane, go through customs, and head over to baggage claim. Suddenly, my name is announced, so I head over to "the guy" and learn my bag didn't make it. Great. They tell me it will be coming on the next flight and delivered the next day (which, thankfully, it was). Since we landed in the middle of the night I guess there weren't many taxis available so they got hotel vans to help out but they have to crowd a bunch of people into each van so I have to wait around for another 15 minutes trying not to lose my shit and yell at the driver. Eventually, I did make it home and my bag made it the next day so all is well.