The Lady On the Plane
Just a loud, lonely, drunk old lady
Bumping her head against the widow
My assigned seat was next to hers
She asked, "Have we taken off or what?"
(Yes ma'am, we're already in the air)
Some of the passengers were snickering
and rolling unsympathetic eyes
I was a little embarrased at first
but then felt a slight twinge of outrage
An urge to somehow defend her honor
So i answered every question she asked
(Loudly so everyone near could hear)
and listened with strict attention
as if it all made perfect sense to me
She seemed to appreciate that
(The other passengers stopped snickering
and rolling unsympathetic eyes)
When we landed she got confused again
So I helped get her things together
then proudly escorted her off the plane
Down the steep ramp and into the airport
and helped her find her waiting, worried grandson
who thanked me humbly and gratefully
I'd forgotten that time was running short
and ended up missing my connecting flight
But for some reason, it didn't seem to matter
I sat down, sighed and cracked a little smile
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