The Window Person gets the window, they get all the power, right? Shade up, shade down. View, no view. Blinding sunlight ruining the movie, or complete darkness combined with a burnt-out reading light when you have a brand-new book. The Window People are a menace.And those damn Aisle People. They jump up and go to the bathroom anytime. Right after take-off, right before meal service, during the movie, whenever. They have more power than the Window People. They practically own the plane.
This power goes to their heads. They suddenly think they have rights to both armrests. Theirs and mine. Isn’t it enough that they have one armrest on the outside and that they can get up whenever they want? And if the plane crashes, they are getting out to safety 15 seconds before me? By laws of adverse possession, they claim the middle armrest.The Middle Loser (me) is clearly not a planner. By the time the Middle Loser got around to buying a ticket, all the good seats were taken. The Middle Loser deserves to sit folded over like a broken umbrella for five hours.
I stage a coup. When Aisle Person gets up to stretch, I pounce. I adhere my elbow to the armrest like a very strong magnet.Now I notice Aisle Person is holding two full glasses of white wine. He must be an alcoholic. Drinking while flying, stretching his legs, hogging up armrests. How did this freak get through security? He has absolutely no consideration for—
“Excuse me, miss? I brought you some wine.”He hands me a glass.
“For … me?”He nods. “Middle seats suck. You deserve a free glass of wine.”
I smile and thank him. I accidentally lift my elbow for a second when I take a sip.Just long enough for him to regain access of the armrest.
trifecta writing challenge/ I shortened and edited a piece I wrote a few days ago/ exactly 333 words/ required word is "freak"