Sadness atbp

Sadness. Freaking sadness threatening to overwhelm me. Pushing me onto the verge of shedding copious tears while having coffee and a sausage croissant at one of those airport establishments that charge an arm and a leg for providing temporary comfort while waiting for your flight to be called.

A flight that could very well be delayed because the airline wants to cut costs by squeezing two flights to one. Or for some other reason. Who knows? I do know that the temperature is making me shiver as I write on the sheer paper napkin that came with my food.

There was a time when food establishments used thick and fluffy napkins that absorbed soda spills like diapers.

That was also when Wendy's had double iced tea for only P15, and if you were fortunate to have somebody to split the amount with, your P50 could also buy you a cheeseburger and a movie ticket. But of course, even though movies were cheap then, they were not nearly as worth every peso as the double features shown in provincial theaters. The ones with wooden seats and missing nails and floors that were so sticky your rubber soles made loud smacking noises with every step.

Now movies offer every convenience money can buy. There's the lazy boy, the digital surround sound, and of course, unlimited popcorn.

Hmmm...butter popcorn. If they served that during this flight, this would be the best I've ever been on. Everything else is: the warm blanket, the sunlight streaming through the windows. Even my seatmate is perfect---an older woman who sleeps a lot. I hope my luck doesn't run out. Otherwise, I'd be seated with a middle-aged man who relentlessly tries to breach my self-absorbed stupor. And no popcorn.