Frustrations sat fatly in the coach class airplane seat of the morning.
Post lunch, post phone chat with brown eyed, soft haired lady sees things moving more smoothly with hope that the unwanted co-traveler is moving to another seat.
This bird might land on time after. In the mean time it's a waiting game, to rhyme with cliché.
Rock on sunshine.
Thank you, God.
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