the middle seat
By KaleenaCote, Wednesday, April 15, 2009, 3 commentsWe all like our space and have our own comfort zones we prefer others to, well, not occupy. But sometimes we get smooshed into places, or situations, that suddenly become rather uncomforting, confined, and/or suffocating—and we can’t do a dang thing about it. And so, three options are presented:
1. Hold our breath, stare straight ahead and wish we had removable limbs a la Mrs. Potato Head to gain back those precious few inches.
2. Nonchalantly wiggle around like a terrible two-year-old, hoping that the offender(s) will take a hint and move over or elsewhere, as appropriate.
3. Realize that it’s not as big of a deal as we’re imagining and focus on something else for the time being.
Last week I went on an incredibly relaxing Florida vacation with my best friend. We sipped salt-rimmed margaritas, ate fresh seafood, soaked in the sunshine (a little too much—whoops!), and overall just enjoyed each other’s company. It was a much-needed trip, truly deserved.
Monday evening we had to fly home.







