In the Sub Shop at the Guadalajara Airport

The music’s loudly blaring. An overture it ain’t.
I swear it’s so annoying that it would rile a saint.
Repetitious cymbals and snare drums over-brushing.
I’d pay a pretty penny just to implement its hushing.

I’m sitting in a sandwich shop waiting for my plane,
waiting for this song to stop, but I wait in vain.
I figured that another would replace it in a bit,
but they just replaced it with a more annoying hit.

What is this type of music, back-throated and annoying?
An inhuman vibrato both mechanized and cloying.
I’m trying to decide how to phrase my irritation.
Oh that it was possible for me to change the station.

Why don’t I move away, you ask. Surely, I am able.
The problem is that it’s the only place here with a table
that will hold a laptop and chairs elsewhere are taken,
so I had to order a chicken sub with bacon

that I really didn’t want just to post this poem.
Blogs require a sacrifice when you’re away from home!

Prompt words today are human, figure, hit, overture and phrase.

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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

17 thoughts on “In the Sub Shop at the Guadalajara Airport

    1. lifelessons Post author

      Actually, when I got up to get it the line suddenly turned 20 people long.. so I went to the hamburger place but you had to see the menu on your phone. Ten minutes later I still hadn’t figured out how to scan it then noticed a line and realized you had to order before sitting down. Put away my computer, purse, zipped up my suitcase, got in line, but someone took my seat at the counter.. the only one left.. so I went to get a packet of chips from a machine at a hugely inflated price and went back to the sub shop to sit..I’d already bought a $2 soda there so I’m legit. Travel ain’t what it used to be…This story is longer but I’m sparing you. The line is still 20 people long but at least new people.
      A second person finally came to work at the sub shop. All of this was handled by one woman before.

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      1. slmret

        I used to hate mealtime layovers in airports for exactly that reason — long lines, unpublished requirements, etc. Ordering from phones wasn’t an issue then, as I haven’t gone anywhere by air since I came back from the Antarctic 14 or 15 years ago!!


    1. lifelessons Post author

      it was..although I was the first one through immigration and the last to leave the airport as my bag was lost..probably due to the fact that I checked it 3 hours before my flight and it must have been buried in the bowels of the plane. Eventually found but then I got lost as well as there were no clear signs re/ how to get out of the airport and everyone else had gone..and my phone didn’t work..and, and. Eventually I found my sister and since the plane was 45 minutes early, everything evened out and I got to the stadium in time to get my Covid Vacc, so all’s well that ends well..

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  1. Cherryl

    This is interesting!! The one in Mauritius airport left a lot to be desired as well – handling rubbish and food simultaneously – I challenged them about it and cancelled my order.


      1. Cherryl

        Ahh, there are some good ones, that’s good to here. So I’m guessing you cancelled your order as well (the chicken sub with bacon you mentioned)?


  2. lifelessons Post author

    Have a look back up to my reply to Simret’s comment. In reality, I never ate at the sub shop but just got a drink there for the reasons mentioned above..So the poem is based on a real event but not completely factual. The music part is fact…



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