En Route

...between fights
on a quiet Sunday morning
at the Phoenix airport
we stopped for brunch
at a cheery sports bar
that promised burgers, beer
(Coors, breakfast of champions)
and TV sports.
Go Suns!  Go Snakes!
Diplomatic as always,
my sweetie let it be known
that she was not happy
with the continuing delays,
first in seating, then ordering,
now food delivery,
and when the folks
who were seated after us
received their food
as our flight was called,
I picked up our gear,
the instructions clear,
and headed out,
leaving sweetie to
quietly but ferociously unload
on the not at all apologetic
lady in charge of seating.
While she seethed,
I found some See’s,
two bananas
and a Sunday Times
for the long ride home.