No Rhythm on Flight 6210

Having “earned” miles, I was upgraded to “comfort class.”

Huh?

The older man in 6A was lulled to sleep by the engine’s drone.

The infant, in mother’s lap, was not.

The preschooler, as we sped down the runway for take-off, screamed, “I hate this part!”

Me, too.

 

 

Rhythmic

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