Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Sudden prayer, disguised as thoughts.

Hey. Whoa. Hey! Uh, how’s it going? I know I’ve been a little quiet on my end of the conversation lately, but what’s with the bump? I was having a pretty good surprise nap. Quick question while you’re waiting to answer that: Must being so close to the Mile High City mean hitting speed bumps in the sky all the time? It may be routine for the pilots around here, but it’s not so good on the ticker. My hands are sweating over here.

And, no, I wasn’t looking out the window to see if we were taking a nosedive or anything. It was more along the lines of wanting to see those pretty speckled city lights down there and, you know, if we’d hit an errant flock of wint’ry seagulls or something. It looks okay, as far as I can tell. What do I know, right? Why is it that the plane feels like it has the shivers, anyway? All of that sputtering and shuddering? I could do without that.

Okay, so if this is it, I sure wish I’d had a better meal than that heavy airport quesadilla as my last one. I didn’t even get a chance to spring for the $1.99 guacamole, you know? Again with the middle-of-the-air bumping. Don’t care for this. Oh, and, if this was the plan all along, it would have been nice if the girl sitting next to me had fallen asleep on my shoulder, instead of slumped the other direction with her wee light still on. I wouldn’t have minded that.

You’re in charge, though. I understand that. If this is it, then, thanks. It’s that time of year, after all. I’ve all the gratitude in the world. It wasn’t such a bad life. I had a great run these past 35.

I’m going to fake like I’m napping some more now. Don’t mind me. I’ll make with the wide eyes again when the next bump hits. I’m all for consistency.


Angenette said...

Those bumps do get scary, don't they? No atheists in foxholes or in turbulence.

aisy said...

ha ha. i gather it didn't take a nosedive after all!

Jillian said...

If life has taught me anything, it's never to pass on the guacamole.