a five-hour layover in amsterdam

I'm on my way back to Madrid, a trip that somehow included 3.5 and 5 hour layovers in Minneapolis and Amsterdam respectively- not to mention the perfectly good New Years' Eve that I lost somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. It all seemed worth saving $300 in plane tickets at the time, but the second-thoughts are now freely flowing. Ah well, nothing a little airport Internet can't remedy, and anyway the blog was in dire need of attention. Again.

Since I bumped off a poem last week, here's a little piece- of sorts- from the plane:

"Veggie curry or chicken?" she asks
"Chicken," I finally say,
[Debating, but since I had curry last week]
She smiles, goes to hand me my tray.

Chicken goes sliding, hits cranberry juice!
Who teeters, then tips on my lap,
On my pants, my jacket, my carry-on bag
And on KLM's World-Wide Flight Map.

Six napkins later, as "sorries" subside
I return to the chicken at hand,
Joined by potato and green bean supreme
I find all "surprisingly" bland.

For salad: some lettuce, tomatoes in-wedge
Carrot and cucumber dice,
Then cheese and a roll, some cake and of course
My cran-apple remnants: just ice.

Not a bad meal, all-in-all, I suppose
My juice stains you hardly can see,
But seven full hours: wet pants and one thought:
That next time, it's curry for me.