Flying Buses

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“Our bus has arrived,”

my husband observed.

Though at the airport,

flying now feels like

taking a bus.

It used to be

exciting to fly

It used to be fun

Would I have

Chicken or pasta?

What will we have

For dessert?

Would my friend

be there when

we disembarked,

smiling and waving

as we walked off

the plane?

Now you wait in

endless queues

Shoes off

Belts removed

Strangers touching

Your breasts

Officials tossing out

Your sunscreen or shampoo

People bumping

Into you

Anxious to get going

When that ordeal is over

You look at the big screen

Your flight is delayed

At least two hours

You sigh, dragging your suitcase behind you,

not willing to spend $50

to check your bag

nor $25 more to sit with

your partner.

This all used to be included

in the price of your ticket!

No food is supplied on the

flight, of course.

Like taking a bus,

you must bring your own,

unless you want to pay

more.

Credit cards only, please.

You arrive at your destination,

finally.

No one is there to greet you

when you step off the plane.

Security concerns, of course.

We all travel in airborne buses now.

The joy of flying is gone.

9 thoughts on “Flying Buses

  1. You said it girl! Flying is a daunting task from packing with all the rules, to everything in-between actual landing. I used to love travel, now I’d like to just blink and be there. Long gone are the days people used to dress up for travel, we got real food and legroom without having to pay extra just to sit comfortably. Golden days are gone. 😦

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