Flight to Portland

We all have weak, uncontrollable bladders, brutally boxed in on this Boeing Airbus.

e head ight attendant is a whip of a man, tall and southern, his brisk walk only bested by the tempo of his tongue.

His quick wit I suspect is both weapon and shield, from what I wonder?

e itter in his voice when he says down, makes an older gentleman chuckle and reminisce on a past lover.

All of us on this full ight have named him I’m sure— Boy Wonder, Rude Boy, Waylon, maybe.

I’m a ight attendant, I’ve had it all, he says. Any other questions?