The Turkish Airlines steward reeks of cheap cologne
And I haven´t seen anybody this jolly in ages
I almost feel like slapping him, poor fellow!
“Coffee would be nice”
“Coffee on ice?”
“What? No! Plain”
“Haha, I misunderstood”
“No worries, I say!”
Wipe that smirk before I do, I think to myself.
My fellow passenger wakes me up
He needs to use the restroom
“Sorry, didn´t mean to be rude”, I say
“It´s just that I´m not myself”
He stares (I love making people uncomfortable!)
“Is it your throat? I have drops”, he says
“My throat? No, it´s my heart.”
“No cure for that, I´m afraid.”
It´s amazing how I´m crumbling down
And I still think of being polite.