Because the missed connection was not Delta's fault, I did not qualify for a hotel room, and by the time I realized this all rooms outside of JFK were booked. Oh well, it's about time I learned to live more like a vagrant artist.


Sleeping in the Delta terminal is not as easy as I originally imagined it would be. Without the incredible number of people abound, the ever playing CNN and ambient music speakers sound a million times louder, and the seats are designed specifically so one physically cannot lay on them. (How humanitarian!) The floor was the best bet, and I settled in a nice spot.

Yes.
I think you heard me right.
So I moved to another spot between a bunch of chairs and slept for a good three hours.
At four o'clock I was too cold to sleep, so I got up and asked for a toiletry bag (and/or a blanket) for the third time, no dice.
I'm feeling pretty attractive today.

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