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My Favorite Kind of Roast
A cautionary tale
When Lucy tagged me on this prompt, I was like, Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh! I know just the kind of juicy dish that will have you drooling out both sides of your mouth.
#WritingPrompt: the phrase “stuffed full of emotions, roasted til crispy” -By Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她)
They always shove me into the middle seat on the plane. There was that one time when I got to my aisle and wanted to cry because both guys were beaming with annoying, and I really wanted to be unsociable, and now I was in the middle.
Anyway, the guy on the right tried to give me a welcome nod, and I wanted to hiss, but I ignored him. The guy on the left ignored me. Both were sitting with their legs miles apart like they own the place, and it was expected that I wouldn't need the armrest, of course. I'm a lady.
We take off. I'm freaking out on the inside because I'm scared of flying, and I'm sitting like a sardine in a box with my arms down my side, but we make it. And now it's time to watch a movie.
Then the food comes, and I never pass up food, even though I don't like airplane food. So I went all out. I ask for the kharoof, which means lamb, and the guy on the right takes it as an invitation to chat.
