NOW BOARDING AT GATE 14-A


I was standing in queue at Dulles Airport,
The last in line -- patiently waiting

To turn in an unneeded airline ticket,
No need to use it -- no celebrating,

A tall, dark and then some came by,
Looking just like a PR man,

He smiled right at me, but I thought nothing of it --
Well dressed and evenly tanned,

Before very long, a lady came by,
Smiling at me as she passed,

I didn't understand, but took it for granted,
It was better than her being aghast,

The last straw -- a married couple
Wearing big, wide grins -- it irked me so,

Then I turned -- looked behind me -- saw what they had seen,
A pregnant lady who seemed to be in tow.

                                           by D. Edgar Murray 01/27/2000.