Our flight from Boston dropped through clouds and we could literally see the tiny terminal at Vero Beach out the window. Then we turned onto a far edge of the tarmac and parked in the middle of nowhere. Sun beating through the oval window, engines quiet, no jet bridge in sight.
After twenty minutes, two fire trucks and a K9 SUV stopped nearby. A guy in a windbreaker boarded with a dog that sniffed the aisle and overhead bins. They told us to leave our bags for inspection. A college kid near me went pale…