Who sat next to me?
How cruel that I was thankful.
There was a woman, lucky such as myself who sat alone in the pair of seats across from mine.
We exchanged glares–
They eventually became amiable grins.
I believe we were both worried other passengers would hate us for our luck.
I gave her a smile,
She offered me a sandwich;pre-packaged.
I saw a cured slice of deli meat with pepper-jack cheese and a little packet of mayo that I didn’t use, who needs the extra calories.
Without protest I accepted.
I was in no position to decline food
That pompous piece of me I left it somewhere in LA