So anyone getting off a plane at 6 in the monring with 3 hour jet lag is gonna be confused and disoriented. I was confused enough to walk around Atlanta international for a good 20 min without a purpose. Stumbling around for 20 minutes led me to Dunkin Doughnuts, which then led me to a large coffee and a much more frantic state of confusion. I Finally figured out where I needed to be with the help of a nice old lady (who actually knew what was going on), BUT once I got there I found out that my gate switched back to my original ish location... At this point I just let the little old lady go on autopilot and followed her back to my gate on the other side of the airport. In 5 mins I learned where she was from, who she's with, where she just came from, where she's going,...