The Captain Knew Me Before the Passenger Did

studying the safety card like it was scripture, suddenly found their voices.

The woman leaned toward me first. Mid-fifties, red scarf, too much perfume.

“I just want to say,” she said, “what happened was appalling.”

I gave her a polite nod.

Her husband jumped in. “People have no class.”

Five minutes earlier he hadn’t had any volume.

I said, “Mhm.”

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