Wrong Flight, Sir!
“Where did you get this flight ticket, sir?” asked the tall lady at the transfer desk.
I got a bit worried, with a long line of nervous travelers behind me. The late evening rush at the JFK airport for sure added to the urgency.
“Air France,” I answered with my East European accent.
It was my first time in the US and more than 500 km from my home town in Eastern Slovakia. At 25…