I recently left civilization.
I was one of the last to board the plane, chasing after my rolling hand luggage as it sped towards the ticket desk, having been informed by the flight attendant that the gate was about to close.
Just because it was in a rush didn’t mean I couldn’t be amiable.
“How are you today?” I asked, handing my ticket over.
“I’m fine, and you?”
“Not as good as you,” I said. “You get to stay.”
She smiled sadly and handed back my ticket, having confirmed that I’d been sentenced to this flight.