I typed this from the middle seat on a Southwest Airlines flight from Denver to Tucson. The aisle seat was occupied by a muscular young man with a black t-shirt and sunglasses on, the latest IPhone in the seatback pocket. A woman in her teens (twenties? I didn't want to stare, though she did have 3 earrings in the ear I can see) was staring out the window at the clouds and brown, craggy mountains that have appeared below. She had been snoozing but recently opened the shade, enabling both of us to peer out.
How I came to prefer the middle seat
How I came to prefer the middle seat
How I came to prefer the middle seat
I typed this from the middle seat on a Southwest Airlines flight from Denver to Tucson. The aisle seat was occupied by a muscular young man with a black t-shirt and sunglasses on, the latest IPhone in the seatback pocket. A woman in her teens (twenties? I didn't want to stare, though she did have 3 earrings in the ear I can see) was staring out the window at the clouds and brown, craggy mountains that have appeared below. She had been snoozing but recently opened the shade, enabling both of us to peer out.