First the IPhone then the handbags then the bottles

Recently I flew and after a few detours and finding out I was in the wrong terminal I had my boarding pass and was marching to my gate. I was standing behind some people and then someone pointed out that the 1/4 mile long line for security had a place for me at the end of the line. I got behind a woman who was texting on her I phone, had two handbags on the floor and a bag filled with ten half quart bottles of water. Every minute or so, a new group entered the security area and the line got to move about ten feet, then stop. The line would start to move and then the woman would get off the phone, pick up the two handbags, then the bag with the bottles and move ten feet with the rest of the line.

Every minute was the same. First she had to get off the IPhone, then the handbags had to be moved. Then the bottles. A minute passed. First the IPhone, then the handbags, then the bottles. A minute passed. First the IPhone, then the handbags, then the bottles.

As I had woken up very early my mind started to drift. I saw us getting married and walking down the aisle. The organ starts. First she has to get off the IPhone, then she picks up the handbags, then the bag full of bottles. We are married and visiting her sister's house. "Come on Stacy!" I yell from the car. Finally she comes out of the house. First she fiddles with the IPhone, then the handbags and then the bottles. I have to help her put the bottles in the trunk.

Years pass. She's going into hospice care. I am in a wheel chair. She comes up the steps. First she has to fiddle with the IPhone, then comes the handbags, then the bottles.

I shouldn't try to take early flights.