Airport = teh sux0rz Part 2

So now I'm back in the departure lounge, this time I'm parked along a worn-carpet pathway, heavily trafficked by the kind of floe of humanity that makes up most of the people you find in any given airport. Well, this is JFK so you're likely to get just about the broadest cross-section going. And it's ugly. JetBlue purports to offer free WiFi, but it's free only for a certain period and the download speeds are glacial; a harsh-voiced service representative is barking orders to the oblivious to make their way to Gate 10 lest they miss their flight to Ontario. That's Ontario, California. Yep, there exists such a place. Screaming children are pestering their tense parents for more of the high calorie, low nutrition "food" that is supposed to constitute a meal here in the departure lounge. The kids are pacified with an offering instead of snacks, and the mother and father wonder aloud whether or not they should use an offering of juice to coerce the kids to use the toilet. The child offers a response in the form an open-mouthed cough, ejecting a spray of god-knows-what into the air. Lovely, huh? And I haven't even tried to board the plane yet.