I hate the middle.
From being a middle child to playing piggy in the middle or getting caught up in the middle of a fight. Heck, even the middle of the day doesn’t sit well with my digestive system.
I especially do not like sitting in the middle.
With Sweaty Betty on my right and Homer Simpson’s stomach on my left, I feel like a trapped egg salad sandwich, left to rot behind a radiator.
Did I mention I hate flying too?