Our flight left on time (7:15 PM) from Los Angeles Airport, and it was all
  standard procedure. I cannot wait to go home to Vancouver. However, at around
  8:30 PM, the pilot made three announcements:
  - They will suspend the distribution of snacks and meals.
 
  - They will have to stop inflight WiFi.
 
  - We have to do an emergency landing at Sacramento Airport.
 
I was surprisingly calm through it all. I watched enough documentaries and drama
series with airplane crashes to run through checklists in my head. I am on a
window seat and checked if the wings or engine is on fire, but it seems to be
functioning as expected. I also observed that if any passenger or crew member is
panicking about a medical emergency, it is not that either.
  Then, I thought that maybe there was a terrorist or bomb threat. It could be,
  but we're still flying and have not exploded yet, so we're good. Again, my
  heart was not pounding, and I was surprisingly not scared.
  Afterwards, I prayed, "God, if it is my time to come home to You, I am ready.
  I surrender to you, my spirit." - I can only pray this because my husband is
  with me during the flight. Then, I thought, "Lord, please help my sister
  remember my insurance information so my parents can get money." - What a weird
  thought!
  After 30 minutes, we landed at San Francisco Airport. I connected to the
  internet and checked Twitter (X). I found a conversation about our flight.
  Apparently, there was a bomb threat.
  We sat on the plane for almost an hour. Then, they asked us to exit with our
  things, walk through security, and go to our next gate. Then, 10 minutes
  later, they told us we would fly the following day. They provided hotel and
  food vouchers. My husband and I took a Lyft to the hotel and slept a wink.
  Suddenly, the adrenaline of what had happened sank in.
  We woke up early, took another Lyft back to San Francisco International
  Airport and went through the security again. We sat near our gate, exhausted.
  Oh, and all I can think about is how I will be late for work. I sent a message
  to my manager when I learned that our flight was leaving the following
  morning.
  He was understanding and kind through it all, but I'm such a workaholic that
  it unnecessarily stressed me out. While waiting for our flight, we grabbed
  breakfast from Burger King in SFO. I got the Ham, Sausage, Egg, and Cheese
  Croissan'wich, while hubby got the same except with Bacon instead of Ham. It
  was oily and salty. I did enjoy stress-eating on the hashbrown.
  
    
      
         
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        Bacon, Sausage, Egg, and Cheese Croissan'wich from
        Burger King in San Francisco Airport
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        Ham, Sausage, Egg, and Cheese Croissan'wich from Burger King in
        San Francisco Airport
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        Hash Browns from Burger King in SFO
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  We boarded our flight at 7:00 AM, and I prayed to God for sleep. I was knocked
  out. I woke up an hour later with the announcement that we needed to return to
  the gate because the "computers have not updated with our flight." I think
  United forgot to transfer the luggage in our bag. We left 30 minutes later and
  arrived at YVR at 10:30 AM. I slept the whole flight. Thank God!
  We took an Uber home, unpacked, showered, and went straight to the office.
  Yes, I'm a workaholic. My siblings and parents told me I was crazy. I had
  lunch in the office and worked the rest of the afternoon. Even my manager was
  surprised to see me during the daily meeting.