Santa's Air Rage

I could see this equation wasnt going to work from its inception. Santa's beer gut was a bit to pronounced to be sitting in economy on a charter airline. He could barely fit into the seat, but when the lady in front wanted to sleep...I could see the frustration in his face when the seat started pushing against his gut. When the flight attendant came around and asked if he wanted a blanket he screamed Ï WANT THIS CHAIR TO BE MOVED UP!!!! Everyone apparently gets the same amount of space so you cant ask someone to not recline their seat. He tried to get up to take a piss and it was such a struggle for him to emerge from his trap. Once gone, the lady reclined even farther. When he returned, he was squeezing and huffing and jiggling the seat so violently, so the woman reclined more and thats when Santa snapped and almost snapped the lady's head off. The seat flew forward in such a quick violent motion, I saw her head whip forward, then she started screaming for the flight attendant. Santa was angry, his wife was upset, a guy in front told him to pay more for 'comfort class'cuz theres no business class on Zoom airlines. Finally the flight attendant calmed everyone down. My first witness to Air Rage. Santa's Air rage. And thus the journey begins. My attempt to be a professional gypsy and work for the circus on a theatre boat. I have huge doubts swirling through my head as we fly over the Atlantic on a cold March night. I think Im too old to be fucking around like this, but then I think that this is a good cause. These boat people are trying to put on a theatre production, involving dance and music and acrobatics, about the plight of refugees and immigrants in Western countries and a hypothetical 'containment camp' in the US for 'terror suspects' and Im pretty intrigued as to how it will all pan out. Surely these people will be open and warm and will make the time fulfilling despite the rough conditions and 50/E a week "salary"...