The sandwich lamp flickers off, and—as you stand hypnotized, as you wait for it to flicker back on—you have a stroke of excellent luck. Through the glass you see a squadron of police officers run past. They could not believe that you, a fugitive from the law, would stop for a breaded snack; you've shaken them from your tail! And once the cops have all jogged by, you have an even better stroke of luck.
Because, through the glass of the sandwich case, you spot an information booth. You never would have seen it if you had not stepped into Au Bon Pain; the booth is positioned so as to be invisible otherwise; it is almost as if old Dedalus had designed Port Authority as a kind of second labyrinth. You go to the information booth and ask the attendant:
"Good afternoon. Where may I purchase a ticket for the Newark Airport Shuttle?"
The attendant answers: "What?"
"A ticket? The Newark Airport Shuttle?"
"Buy it on the bus."
"I see! Thank you very much. And where is that bus to be found?"
"What?"
"Where?"
"Down the hall, up the stairs, out the door to 41st Street."
If you follow these instructions and go down the hall, click here.
If you do not go down the hall—because you do not see the hall—because all you see is an escalator—and if, in your confusion, you go up the escalator—because what difference can it make?—click here.