Toky-oh-no never again please

Sorry, I've been AWOL for while. I was in the states last week and it was wonderful. I got a new car, which unfortunately I had to leave in the garage for two months. What was not wonderful was my trip back to Bangkok.
The first leg, though 13 hours, wasn't too bad. I actually got a little sleep on the plane, which usually doesn't happen even with presciption strength sleeping pills. So I get from Dallas to Toyko and arrive in Tokyo at 4:45 p.m. My flight to Bangkok is scheduled for 6:45 p.m. A two-hour layover. Now, it was snowing a little. Maybe three or four inches on the ground. Not exactly a blizzard. They tell us the flight is delayed. Okay, I can deal with that. It's the first time I've seen snow in a while and I'm kind of enjoying it. Then the flight keeps getting delayed. I'm increasingly anxious to leave Tokyo-Narita airport, which is one of the worst airports I have ever been through, and I've been through a lot of airports. (By the by, the new AA terminal at DFW is absolutely immaculate. Every restaurant you can think of. And others.) But after a 13 hour leg and a dragging-on layover, I want out of Japan. Then at 11:30 p.m., they mention to us, as some kind of sidenote, that our flight is cancelled.
Panic! At gate B72. They throw me a blanket, which cannot cover my chest and feet in the same stretching, include a McD's fish sandwich, and tell me to find a nice spot on the floor because we can't leave. The nearest hotel is 36 miles, it's all booked, and there's no transportation out of the airport. So I get a few shivering hours of sleep on the floor and wake up to hopefully get a flight out in the morning.
"Your new flight is scheduled for departure at 6:45 p.m." Sweet, that's only 24 hours later. So after passing another exciting day inside the immigration gates of the airport, we finally board the plane a little after seven. And proceed to remain seated in the plane, without moving until around 11:00 p.m. Meanwhile a smelly, large Japanese man is seated beside me. I watch him be served his dinner, which I am not served until an hour later, and literally shovel his food into his mouth. Yes, there are large Japanese men, and yes, I mean he picked his plate up, held it a couple of inches from his mouth, and shovelled his food from his plate to his mouth. I don't think he ever even chewed. He finished his supper in probably two minutes.
Finally, 30 hours after arriving, I leave Japan. I wish I could say this was all a dream. But no, it was one of the most frustrating weekends, or just days period, of my life. And there was absolutely nothing I could do.
But, I would do it again, for the week I got to spend at home with my friends and family. My thoughtful mother even left up all of the Xmas decor for me so I could actually experience some semblance of Xmas. Thanks Mom. So I'm back at school now. And I really just want to go home. But I can't, so look forward to more stories from the "land of smiles." Yes, that is the unofficial nickname of this verdant, nonsensical country.