Lemonade on a Plane
As I schlepped my way down the jetway and onto the plane, I curled my right arm around the ancient carry-on, the handle of which had just broken; swung my backpack over my left shoulder; gripped my boarding pass in my left hand; and tentatively held a cup of lemonade in my right hand. Relieved to reach my aisle seat, I tried to get organized by setting everything down in the vacant middle seat, except the lemonade, which slipped out of my hand...
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