Annoying Lady

Vincent

“That was one bumpy ride,” I heard a lady explaining to a friend that came to pick her up from the airport. Her voice sounded familiar. So, so familiar. It made me swerve immediately in her direction. Of course, it wasn’t Anny. It was the lady that held onto me throughout the plane ride.

When the pilot announced the nature of the weather and the experience thereafter, the lady had sprung up from her seat and made her way to mine. She had rushed a quick 'pardon me' before sliding into the seat next to me. Her voice was the first thing I noticed. It sounded so much like Anny’s.

She was scared. She had told me that one of her worst fears was to die alone in a plane crash. So, whenever she heard such announcements from the pilots, she attaches herself to someone.

When the turbulence began, she had grabbed onto my arm and held on for her dear life, irrespective of the seat belts that kept her in place. She had her eyes tightly shut as if she was expecting the worst to happen. H