grumbles on the intercom about the controllers that held his flight on the ground
and who, when cleared, says
“if everybody will take their seats, we’ll get this thing off the ground”
and who then races along the tarmac,
wings bouncing up and down,
boobs and jowls jiggling all up and down the aisle
and who turns onto the runway without stopping
roaring pell-mell down the stretch
and lifting the nose so steeply
that you wonder if the winged bus can fly that way.