"Would you like an upgrade?"
Not that it matters,
But what are we talking?
And how much will it be once I've paid?
I've been assigned a middle seat,
And I'm not exactly what you'd call,
The middle seat type,
So perhaps I'll give myself a treat.
The screen at check-in shows what's left.
The price is just about right,
And at twenty dollars,
It really doesn't feel like theft.
I'm looking for elbow room on the aisle,
I don't like feeling hemmed in,
And I don't want to pretend I'm a sardine,
Even if it's just for a while.
I see I'm in luck and I don't wait,
There's one in the middle of the plane,
And oh, wow! It's in an exit row!
That is great!
Once the doors have closed,
I feel like I've won the airline lottery,
Window unclaimed; my neighbor moves,
Now we both have room for our elbows.
"Upgrade? Gladly!" I say.
It may seem extravagant,
But I don't really care,
I could get used to flying this way!
4-23-19
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