More of my journeys across the aisles

Increasingly concerned about the intense divisiveness in my country I vowed to do my part in trying to heal the nation's wounds. And though my first attempt to reach across the aisle didn't go particularly well (everyone was apparently in a different building altogether), I don't see that as a reason to give up. If we are to bridge the terrible divide in America some of us must be willing to commit to making the first gesture. Some of us must be willing to give ground, to compromise, and to reach across the aisle for as long as it takes to meet another hand.

And so from my position out here on the left I do that which I have in the past refused to do:

In the interest of peace in America I am, and I can't believe I'm saying it, moving right!

I move right past all these seats. I am going all the way to the other side. It's a lot of seats!

I've never been this far right before.

Seat, seat, seat, seat. Finally! 

Here I am at the aisle.

I extend my hand.

I said:

I EXTEND MY HAND.

Hmm. You know what? I don't think anyone's on the other side.

Okay, fine!

(I can't believe I'm doing this.)

I cross the aisle!

I move right along the seats. This is a very long way. I'm getting tired! Also it's growing increasingly dark, mean, and creepy all the way this far out on the right.

But it's for a good cause. I must persevere for the sake of my Country!

Surely there's another aisle here somewhere.

Seat, seat, seat, seat, seat, seat, seat, seat, seat, seat, seat, seat, seat. AHA!

The aisle! I've found it! And I think I can even see someone to the right, on the other side of the aisle. 

And so, once again,

I extend my hand.

I said

I EXTEND MY HAND!

Hmm, I know I can see people across the aisle.

I think I even recognize them. Is that? It is! It's Joe Biden and Kamala Harris.

Oh well, beggars can't be choosers:

I extend my hand.

I said:

I EXTEND MY HAND!

Oh drat, they're looking the other way.

Over here!

Yoo Hoo Joe!

Yoo Hoo Kamala!

Yoo Hoo!

YOO HOO!