Monkey in the Middle
The last flight I took was to Raleigh, ‘NC’,
Southwest Airlines – no assigned seats and no baggage fee,
I was the last one to board, and there were two empty seats,
One in the first row- lots of room for my feet,
I chose that one as opposed to the empty one in the rear,
Getting off first was appealing, and the urgency to be
seated was clear,
The gentleman in the window seat was, let’s say, a rather
large man,
He took up his seat and part of mine, imagine this if you
can,
He was sleeping soundly when I sat down; he took advantage
of the wait,
We were all boarded now, but we hadn’t even left the gate!
In a comfortable position was he; his arms and legs were
sprawling,
He was snoring like a freight train, and my skin was creepy
crawling,
His arm draped over our shared armrest; his knee pressed
into mine,
The aisle seat passenger next to me was probably 6 ft- nine,
I was monkey in the middle, with my elbows pressed together,
and
my hands pushed under my chin,
When the flight attendant passed by me, she gave a little
grin,
She served us drinks, he did not wake; and she did not disturb
him,
I had a soda and a bag of nuts, but was not sure how I’d open
them,
My Tyrannosaurus Rex arms were lacking any range of motion,
I was wedged in as tightly as an anchor in the bottom of the
ocean,
Not a long flight from Nashville to Raleigh, but it seemed
like it was to me,
It was comical, yet uncomfortable, I’m sure you would agree,
The loudly snoring man awoke as the wheels hit the runway,
He was oblivious to the entire flight, but maybe he’ll read
this someday.
Tammy Harvey
Written: 4/21/2018
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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