Monday was my 29th birthday

And I was so excited when they called my name to leave.  “What a wonderful birthday present”… or so I thought!
We ate bologna sandwiches for breakfast.  Got shackled up.  And loaded the plane.  We took off and I had just closed my eyes when they said over the intercom, “we’re headed back… tighten your seatbelts.”
It was a shaky landing – I was praying hard the whole time.  I already don’t like landing so it was even more scary being handcuffed with the fear of plane trouble while landing.  Praise God!  We made it!  But as soon as we landed, there was a fire truck chasing us down the runway… even more scary!  And when we stopped – the mechanic comes walking out of the cockpit.  I was like “What’s he doing on the plane?  Did they just take us up on a test run and realize “oh – it’s not safe to fly after all!”  He gets off the plane to check it out.  The plane dies – no lights – no air flow – 200 inmates sitting in the heat.  While we were sitting there, my seatbelt broke and both sides of it – still hooked together – were dangling in the aisle.  After 2 hours they finally decided we’re not going anywhere and they taxi back to the terminal to unload us.
They reneged on my birthday present!  But they can have it back if it means I get to see another birthday cause I’m still alive!  And I will throw a small fit if they try to put me back on that plane when I do get to leave.  Pray for safety please!