Feeling luxurious
My own journey to my destination felt more luxurious knowing they were behind me, scrambling to make sense of their ruined plans.
I leaned back in the shuttle seat, taking in the sights, my mind at ease. It was hard to contain my satisfaction knowing that my experience had been turned around.
Every bump in the road felt smoother, every delay shorter, simply because their discomfort was now evident.
This sense of contentment was my quiet victory.