Pulling out of gate forty nine
My legs I began to stretch
When my left ear caught the dreadful sound
Of a passenger in full retch
The flight crew soon came scurrying
“Can you make this flight today?”
With rolling eyes and frothing mouth
He said, “I think I’ll be Okay”
The crew jumped back into their seats
As the aircraft engines roared
While the passenger filled his 2nd bag
Into the darkness we all soared
As we leveled off to cruise the night
I was offered my first drink
It was a double vodka tonic
But it didn’t hide the stink
His barf bags numbered three and four
My drink count only two
When the attendant offered him a hefty bag
Because the small ones wouldn’t do
He retched on all through the flight
Bad oysters? Who’s to say?
My BAC wasn’t high enough
To sleep the night away
When the flight was finally over
As I bid the plane a curt farewell
He asked me, “where’s the baggage claim?”
I wanted to point him straight to hell
There is a silver lining
A fact beyond reproach
I wasn’t sitting right next to him
In the cheap seats back in coach
Copyright 2014 Patrick Granfors
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Regis
Michael D.
Anna
A delightful tale told with skill.
Who d a thunk?
Sandie
budd
Ron
What a plane ride. We went to Vegas in March of 2001.
9/11 in Sept. We are grounded.
Lady Mary Ann