Packed tight
Packed tight,
in the middle seat,
pondering why,
did I leave the credit card required for check-in at home.
I’d of been on the plane a bit faster,
maybe in my original seat.
Naught it to be.
Even worse,
I’m a nice guy and swap my seat.
My fruit meals go amiss,
video don’t work,
13 hours of rubbing elbows
and cramps.
Nevertheless,
I arrive when and where I’m to be.
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9/7/2009 – Cramped on a packed plane between Taipei and Frankfurt.
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