When I get the middle seat flying coach, it never fails that I’m seated next to big men. There’s an art to flying next to big men. It’s called leaning. There’s really no choice. But never underestimate my narrow stature. I’ll take that arm rest if it kills me. Just like my little petunia that grew from a seed. While the snake plant took over and filled the pot from edge to edge, this industrious petunia just filled in the spaces. However uncomfortably.
