I once found myself in a cramped airport lounge at 2 a.m., clutching a boarding pass that felt more like a ransom note than a ticket. That’s the kind of reckless spontaneity you flirt with when booking flights at the eleventh hour. There’s a peculiar thrill to it, like playing a high-stakes game of roulette …
Mastering the Art of Booking Last-Minute Flights: Secrets Revealed