Who sat next to me?

No body.

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