Stuck in NYC's JFK airport for 24 hours.
Met a friendly African man from Casablanca here to study computer information technology.
He said he thought things were very complicated here.
He was stuck for two days, and this was his first time in America.
I lent him my phone to call family in Omaha, they called friends in NY.
He had to wait for them to call back.
I wanted to scavenge the terminals for a good source of food and wifi.
He had a lot of baggage but followed.
I taught him how to ride a moving walkway and then how to use chopsticks to eat Chinese food.
They finally arranged a ride and place for him to stay, he offered to let me come.
I declined to spend more time exploring the terminals.
He told me his name was Kelvin, I told him mine.
It was widely rumored among baggage claim employees that the international terminal, 4, had the best food before security.
Over the intercom, 'Welcome to Terminal 4 at John F Kennedy International Airport. Please keep your luggage with you at all times. Unattended baggage will be removed for inspection and may be destroyed.'
Time to sleep on this bench in front of Peet's Coffee & Tea
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