Running Out of Time
“Ladies and Gentlemen, May I have your attention please? Due to the prolonged turbulence during today’s flight, we are running out of time for in-flight food and beverage service. Please have your tray table out and ready, and your beverage choice in mind as we come through the cabin. Repeat, we are running out of time, so please help us help you.”
Tonia pulled out her earbuds and said to her seat mate, “Did she just say what I thought she said?”
He nodded and said, “Sounds like it. Running out of time.”
“Oh no. Running out of time. What’ll we do? What can we do? Isn’t ther someone we can call?”
“Call?” asked the person she had never met before.
“We’re running out of time, aren’t we?”
“Then we should try to get more time. I’m not ready to go just yet. I still have quite a few things I’d like to do.”
“Lady, control yourself. They’re running out of time for in-flight beverage service. You still have time to do the things you never did before and to ask for forgiveness for the things you shouldn’t have done to the people you probably love the most.”
The man thought about his words and wanted to take them back since he had never seen this lady before and they were very personal.
Tonia blinked what seemed like a million times and said, “Oh. Misheard. I saw my life flash before my eyes but it must’ve been a camera flash. You’re right, though. Probably need to shore up some of those relationships. You must be some sort of prophet.”
“Nope, just a good listener.”