Mostly True Memoirs
THERE’S ALWAYS THAT ONE GUY
I just got back from a trip home to So Cal.
I was nervous about flying.
But everyone wore masks.
And everyone stayed far away from everyone else.
But there was one guy…
There’s always that one guy…
He sat down wearily at the gate.
And he kicked off his boots to rub his tired feet.
He was not wearing any socks.
Boots.
Without socks.
That’s so gross.
It’s a good thing I was wearing a mask.
He might have seen my horrified face.
Even from an appropriate social distance.
I prayed that I wouldn’t have to sit next to him on the plane.
My prayers were answered.
But he will haunt my nightmares forever.