A plane has landed, or at least the memory of the moment has resurfaced. The people who are crammed into the cabin are motionless on the surface, but stirring within. A man too large for his seat barks into his phone as others try to listen to the flight attendant’s worn and routine speech.
He said to the person on the other line, “Yeah, sorry, she just got done.”
He is underserving of the gentleman label, oblivious to his own hypocrisy, and lacks respect for his fellow beings. Yet, his loud breathy voice yearns for sympathy. His discomfort is also for everyone.