The Window to My Aisle.

She prefers the window seat,

10% for the view, 90 for the sleep,

I like the aisle, so when I need to get up, I’m free, plus more shoulder room for me.

Every time we fly one of us might get the seat we want, and of course,

the other gets the middle seat, that’s just the way these things work;

Don’t ask me why airlines like to do rows of seats in 2 sets of 3s each,

unless it’s a huge plane, flying far overseas.

Either way, no matter where we go,

One of us meets other in the middle, sometimes begrudgingly so,

On the way to somewhere nice; it’s just a little compromise,

We meet each other in the middle, one adventure at a time. – RSM

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