En route Pt. 3 (is that french or latin?)

As expected, I was kicked out at 2 pm from the good ol' holiday inn. I then proceeded to order a taxi and make my way to Queens Center or something. It's just some generic, large mall in Queens but it was the only place I could kill time. I had about 7 hours to waste and I was absolutely determined. I walked slower than I have EVER walked. I browsed through men's tuxedo stores and ate at the food court for a whole hour (chewing at the pace of a sloth and pretending to do things on my cellphone between bites.) I even indulged one of those kiosks with allowing them to give me their demonstration. Which consequently (due to the sales lady's aggressive nature) led to a purchase. Oops.

After three hours, I couldn't take it anymore. I had done all I could do and I decided to just make my way to the airport early. First thing the ticket worker says to me in the terminal: "Well, you're here uber early." Now I am sitting in the Air France terminal, watching an enormous amount of French individuals board a flight to Mexico City. Oh, and a guy that looks just like the actor from a funny spy movie is sitting across from me (the name escapes me right now, suggestions?).

I'm charging my phone at a little "phone charging station" which I am sitting right across from. People walking by stare at it longingly thinking that no one is around, and for a minute I think they are going to snatch it. But, they walk on, I guess their morals getting the better of them. But pretentious, bold French men keep walking by and pretending to take it to which I retaliate with an angry glare. A haughty laugh and they walk away...

At 11:35 pm, the next step in my journey begins. I fly to Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris where I will then catch a flight to Amman. Good thing it stopped snowing.

Au revoir!