On a plane squished and uncomfortable.
People are scooting around
And tossing their luggage above my head
After what feels like hours everyone is quiet
Anticipating the dreary safety instructions
The flight attendants try to make it interesting
And it used to work but now ten years later
I find them dreary and annoying.
The attendant starts talking about the seatbelts.
“If you don’t know how to use one
There is something wrong with you.”
Some adults laugh
Children are in hysterics.
I roll my eyes.
Then comes the exits.
“They are in the front, back, and center
Of the plane. Woman and children first.”
I am nodding off barely listening.
“The seat cushions can be used as floatation devices if needed.”
I start flipping through the Sky-High catalog.
“There are oxygen masks if needed
Again, women and children first.”
I start scrolling through Facebook.
“If everyone could turn off their phones?
We will be taking off now.”
I close my eyes and breathe deep.
We are in the air.
Flying for half an hour.
Everyone has drinks
And are watching movies.
There are sirens
The attendants are frantic
Calling out instructions.
I see the ocean coming close.
Why didn’t I listen to the dreary safety instructions?