Why is this night different from all other nights?

I know why!

Because instead of feasting on brisket, matzoh ball soup, and chopped liver at someone's (anyone's!) seder, I spent my 2nd night of passover on a cross-country red-eye flight which was struck by lightning and passed through 1,000 miles of turbulence, all the while seated in 14C, right beside the kid in 14A who crapped himself and his overweight and underdressed mother in 14B. Happy Passover everybody!