loss

The Loss

An hour’s wait, in Lisbon, before catching next plane,
had a meal in a cafeteria, some sort of meat and veg,
the girl by the till is busy flirting with an employee,
I interrupted them and demanded to pay, she looked
over to a security guard, by the door, as to say:
“we have got a right one here.” Plastic fork and knife,
food, freezing cold and the knife broke in half.

Hungry I ate the vegetables, had I gone up and back
to the counter demanding service I would have been
arrested, a security risk, possible a terrorist; they treat
travelers like shit, yet travelers would have looked on
and said: serves him right, why did he have to make
a fuzz, it will only delay our flight back home so we
can get a break, holidaying is tiring now.