Stranded in airport

in the middle of nowhere is not something I particularly enjoy. Karratha of all places, where you have to wait at least an hour to get a cab after the sun sets. The airport terminal does not offer much. There is only 1 pathetic cafe which closes after 6pm. Qantas had delayed my flight back to Perth last night after discovering that there was a mechanical error with the plane, which is fair enough that they had actually discovered it. But like I said, Karratha is in the middle of nowhere and of course there wouldn't be any aircraft mechanic within its close proximity. They ended up having to wait for the mechanic to fly from Perth (about 2 hours' flight). And by the time the plane had been fixed, the plane took off at 11pm. The initial flight was 5:30pm. It's a good thing we managed to get a cab in the end to go to the city centre to get some decent dinner. My gums were killing me because for some reason my wisdom tooth seemed to have grown bigger overnight. (I need to get an appointment to get it removed asap). I was in a state of frustration because I was meant to be studying last night. It was a hellish experience. I landed in the Perth airport and found it luxurious! Can you imagine that?