Time to Jump

The plane was loud and noisy.
Larry took out a chocolate bar
and waved it in the air.
I waved my hands back at him
to tell him I didn't want a piece.
I was on a diet and rubbed my belly.
I thought this was a rather simple
way of expressing myself.
And for a moment I thought how easily
my gesture could be misinterpreted.
And also I wanted to thank him
but I left that out.
He was too far away for me to mouth
a thank you.
I was really lying anyways. I wanted a piece
of that chocolate bar and had he insisted
I would have easily taken a piece.
Larry shouted at me but I could barely hear him.
I raised my hand to my ear
and shrugged my shoulders.
He took out a pen
and wrote something on a piece of paper.
He passed the piece of paper to the left of him
and around the fuselage.
I watched how everyone unfold the note and read it.
Their eyes looked to the next person
and then they passed it on.
Each hand did the same and this is how it went
until it came to me.
The note was folded and beginning to wrinkle
I opened it and read it
It said, "The chocolate bar was never intended for you."