Flying Melon Ball.

True story.

Ah, the memories.

It was March in 2008 when I was awarded a round-trip ticket to Hong Kong from Cathay Pacific airlines as a winner of their sponsored poetry contest. It was my second trip to Hong Kong as my first time there was in February of 2005 when I visited my friend Sony Holland who had a residency there at the InterContinental hotel where she was performing.

Since my 2008 trip was a prize, the airlines took care of all the arrangements including my assigned seats. My seat was in the middle section of the plane with four seats across. I was in the second seat of the aisle with an Asian man at the aisle.

Now, I am not a fan of flying. I experience anxiety, claustrophobia and can’t breathe half the time. So a fourteen hour flight to Hong Kong no matter how excited I am is not pleasant.

This flight was a red eye flight so I was already tired when getting on the plane. I stuck those earphones on and listened to music until I fell asleep. About two hours before we arrived in Hong Kong we were awakened by the flight attendant for our breakfast. We were served scrambled eggs, potatoes, bacon and a melon ball fruit cup. Cathay Pacific has excellent food. Anyway, I was exhausted and anxious to get off the plane and weary from the flight thus far.

Because I was so exhausted from the flight I didn’t even realize what I had done and how it must have looked to other passengers, my feeling around this guys legs. I did however wonder why after the incident, he kept turning to me and smiling. It wasn’t until after I reached the hotel, took a nap and showered that I realized what I had actually done.

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