Reflection for the day: As I slid into the dreaded middle seat B on the short flight to Phoenix earlier today I looked closely at the juxtaposition of my thighs. They fit nicely between the two arm rests and didnt flow onto either seat A or C. I grinned--I FIT--I didnt touch my fellow traveler C who was air picking an immaginary electric guitar to a song only he could hear on his iPod. And my left thigh didnt touch my fellow trsvler A next to the window who was engrossed in a game on his iPad. Freedom. I think I finally found the elusive freedom Ive been searching for since puberty....
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 00:36:45 +0000