The Plane Trip (or “Being a Spoilsport!”)

We boarded a domestic flight
Found our seats in a short while
My hubby asked “Want the middle?
Or would you prefer the aisle?”

I glanced upon the window seat
There sat a blonde goddess
Tanned, thin, full of grace…
And wearing a short dress.

I turned to my dear husband
Replied with a wry smile
“How about I take the middle
And you, hon, take the aisle?”

We settled down into our seats
And as I fastened up my buckle
I glanced at her, then at him
And had a quiet chuckle.