April 11, 2017:
As it becomes clear the middle is empty, Missus Aisle Seat spreads right out, a horizontal filer, using the empty seat as her personal side table: glasses case, books, Frappuccino cup, pillow, Kleenex. Entitled.
Little by little it becomes more crowded. Napkins, straw wrappers, packages of nuts saved for later. Bloody Mary mix, three empty vodka bottlettes, the greasy lid to her plastic plate of breakfast sausages. Utensils. Wadded-up balls of snot-used tissues. Garbage and detritus, spilling into shared space.