You call this an “airport”?

We arrived in New York last Tuesday and had to change airlines to reach our final destination. I thought for a moment that we had landed in an undeveloped country. The chaos, lack of help or helpful signs, the rather surly staff, the quixotic building layouts and what seemed like a route march to the next flight – all had me wondering if, once we had clearly missed our onward flight, whether we would have to navigate our way to a local hotel for the night – yet another stressful endeavor!

As it happens the secondary flight was delayed because of a fault in the windshield apparatus in the pilot’s cabin! Saved by a window wiper! We got home that evening. But I had had a vision of Hell – it isn’t far away.