A1G

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We boarded the plane differently than all the rest.

It was arranged differently than all the rest.

I could see the pilot and the copilot... They were that close.

And oh the flight attendant... she was so beautiful.

She couldn't talk much. Duh she was the flight attendant.

So we just exchanged glances and stuff like that, ya know.

I saw her face light up pretty much each time she looked at me.

She gave me this little United Airlines badge I still have on my backpack.

The snacks she gave me... Also the rest of the crew...

I never was able to taste them because my heart was too big.

If it was Size 2 when I got on, it grew three sizes that hour.

And I gave her one of the packs as a thanks for her offer.

I hope I touched her heart that day.

She needed a little encouragement.

She probably had a hard day ya know.

She needed a little love ya know.

I was about to leave the plane and gave her my other pack.

Set it right where she set the first one.

She had the pack I gave her in her tissue box.

I wonder, to this day, what that meant.

I hope she never forgets that one flight...

A1G...

Author's Note

This is a true story. [A1G was the terminal in Washington DC that we boarded the Bombadier plane to Syracuse on.]