Midnight Snack

I turn to the workers, and still, nobody acknowledges my existence. Maybe if I ask someone where I am and where the exit is, I can make my way home. I walk around, until I bump into a young, black-haired man with a basket full of greenish coffee beans in his hands. He had a patch on his shirt that in large print, said, "JACOB."
"Excuse me, where am I?" I ask.
"You're at a farm..." Long pause. "Uh... in... Ethiopia... I think." Jacob drones.
"Where's the exit?"
"North of here," Jacob answers. "The gate is locked right now, though."
So I walk to the gate, but as Jacob said, it's locked.