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Flying used to be a treat, Fighting over the window seat, Peanuts, (free) and lunch at noon The next flight couldn’t come too soon. Now, it’s quite the opposite It seems no matter where I sit The person sitting next to me Carried four bags on (so they were free.) And now we go through TSA (Where half full water gets thrown away) Hurry, get in line, and wait Incoming plane is running late. Finally, boarded, seatbelt on, We know it’s time the plane is gone But on the tarmac we still sit We think a flight attendant quit. The pilot says, “We’re next in line.” “I’ll do my best to make up time.” And try he does, but it’s too late, The connecting flight has left the gate. “I’m sorry, Sir”, they say with guile They don’t even try to smile If on time you must arrive, You’d better rent a car and drive. PwL  3/31/16
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
Flying
Flying used to be a treat, Fighting over the window seat, Peanuts, (free) and lunch at noon The next flight couldn’t come too soon. Now, it’s quite the opposite It seems no matter where I sit The person sitting next to me Carried four bags on (so they were free.) And now we go through TSA (Where half full water gets thrown away) Hurry, get in line, and wait Incoming plane is running late. Finally, boarded, seatbelt on, We know it’s time the plane is gone But on the tarmac we still sit We think a flight attendant quit. The pilot says, “We’re next in line.” “I’ll do my best to make up time.” And try he does, but it’s too late, The connecting flight has left the gate. “I’m sorry, Sir”, they say with guile They don’t even try to smile If on time you must arrive, You’d better rent a car and drive. PwL  3/31/16
phil-lindsey
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
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