I was just thinking about embarking on a long voyage---wait, make that a short trip. Regardless, it was enough to cause me to have one of those dreams: I entered the train/plane/bus ahead of the people I was traveling with. Most of the seats were unoccupied, both sides of the aisle. I chose one, but no, it was taken, I was told. Another, and another, same story. I'm walking further down the aisle, and the remaining passengers started putting their coats, purses, packages into the empty seats and telling me they were taken. My traveling companions had evidently found seats as they were nowhere to be seen. I was alone, standing in the aisle. So pathetic, just like the cafeteria table in high school. That was ages and ages ago, a memory out of time, one would think. But again, wait, didn't I just attend a 95th or so high school reunion, only to find no seats at my class table. Such a solitary loner---isn't that the type to beware of?
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