Gate 19 - Black pantsuit. Not quite a Hilary cut, more like a men’s suit, except she has a Hillary body. Although, her shoulders are narrow, not all boxy like Hillary. Black pantsuit is more of a pear shape. I think she’d rather be an apple. She carries herself like an apple shape. Bold and barking. She tells her husband to hurry up and follow her. He says he’s right behind her. Her hair is short and angry- aggressively unstylish. Her jawbone is strong and her lips are permanently pursed. She is the one who knows how to travel. She has to tell him how to do it. She has to tell him every little thing. I wonder if it’s always been like that. I can’t image these two ever being compatible.
She’s jumped the gun. It’s not time to board yet. They were just letting the disabled people and the infant-stroller crowd board. She’s a big shot though. Extra leg room purchaser and all that. So, it should be her turn next. She tells him to stay behind her. He says he is. He’s reading a book. I can’t make out the title. I also don’t know who’s side I’m on. At first I was on his. Because of her pant suit and her barking. And her hair. But, now I actually see he isn’t really paying attention. His nose is in that book. And he slowed down, during which time a huge gap developed between them. … enough for four people to wedge in between. She had to step in and fix it… barked back at him so loud she freaked out the people right behind her, so they stopped. He ran into the person in front of him because his nose was in the book. He fumbled for his boarding pass, and held up the line. … Now I’m on her side, not 100% but a little more than before. I try to imagine them younger. Did they ever go on a date? Did they ever hold hands? Kiss? Sex? I can’t fathom it.
Much later…. I’m in line for the toilet on the plane. One fellow ahead of me… so I take a walk back a few feet to stretch my legs. Black pantsuit gets up and takes my place in line. I look at the husband. He looks back. His eyes tell me she knows she cut the line and she doesn’t care. That’s how she is. She does it all the time. His eyes also tell me she wasn’t always this awful. It just happened gradually over time. I silently forgive her for cutting. And.. for reasons I don't quite understand, I'm on his side again. ….go toward the light.. y’all.