Munday on Monday: Aisle seat

At first, it seems a blessing neat —

I’m sitting in the aisle seat:

My leg can stretch with room to spare!

An armrest I can hog, not share!

But then “Excuse me” oft repeats

From everyone who finds their seats;

And then from those who leave the row,

Concession stand or loo to go.

The kids will exit, some en masse;

I rise each time to let ’em pass.

The blessing now a curse, to wit:

I find I stand as much as sit.

Don Munday

This story was originally published June 22, 2014 at 11:25 PM with the headline "Munday on Monday: Aisle seat."