I fully acknowledge that I was not in a rational state of mind when the following occurred, and my sensible, well-rested self might have interpreted and handled this whole situation far better.
It was 7 am when my flight from Bangkok landed in the Amman airport.
I had not slept for a moment of the 9 hour flight over the 4 hour time difference between Thailand and Jordan. For those who can’t be bothered to do the internal clock math, this means that in my mind and for my body, it was more like 11 am. I had spent the night in a tense non-verbal stand-off with my seat neighbour, a large American man who decided that the leg space in front of me was fair game for him to take over. The constant pushing to-and-fro to defend my floor territory meant I had to remain vigilant throughout the night. Adding to the drama of the flight was the fact that Royal Jordanian Airline opted not to turn off the overhead lights on the plane on this overnight flight.
So I was going into a particularly cranky hour #27 of being awake when I arrived in Amman. You can imagine that I was in quite a loopy state of mind wandering around the airport looking for my next departure gate.