…I spell it JFK.
I’ll write my trials and tribulations in a handy math equation:
Me + Ice on JFK Runway = Showing up to the international terminal just in time to see your flight take off without me.
So I’m stuck in NYC until the next flight out (read: 24 more hours). Hopefully later tonight I’ll make like Kurt Russell and escape from this place.
Comment on the photo: That’s me standing in the ice cold of JFK, waiting for a hotel shuttle that never came. Fun.

Aww so sad, I’m sure you arrived in piece by now right?