I don't know if I've mentioned this yet, but I'm out of town this week on business. (Don't worry, I'll still be posting. As a matter of fact, I have plenty to post about.) Anyway, I am in Eastern Washington state, which is a far cry from Dallas/Fort Worth. Literally, it took two, two-and-a-half hour flights to get here. As we all know, flying is hardly ever without incident. I have a story for you from yesterday.
I was sitting in my seat, waiting for the last people to board and for the flight attendant to close the door. I had an open aisle seat next to me that I was getting excited about the prospect of moving to. Well, just before the door was going to shut, an older, larger man lumbered onto the plane. He looked confused as to where to sit. (Understandable, given the way the rows were so badly labeled.) A man in the row behind me muttered some choice words because he had an open middle seat next to him which could belong to the old man. We were all obviously hoping that the old man's seat wasn't the open one next to us.
It turns out that his seat was the middle one in the row behind me with the choice-words-guy. I was relieved. Then, the guy behind me suggests, not so nicely, that the old man take an aisle seat instead of the middle next to him. He pointed to the one next to me. So, the older man, who obviously spoke English as a second language, obliged and squeezed into the seat next to me. As the situation unfolded, I shot the dirtiest look to the guy behind me.
If I wasn't representing my employer, I might have said what I was thinking:
-You've got a real heart-of-gold, huh pal?
-Oh, real funny, *$% *&@#$
-How chivalrous . . .
I sat there, wishing with all my might that the old man would lean his seat aaaaaaaaaaaalllllll the way back. I wished he would fall asleep and drool all over the guy behind me. I mean, what a jerk, trying to act all in-the-best-interest-of-the-elderly-but-clearly-acting-out-of-pure-self-interest. Sheesh!
On the bright side, Spokane is pretty nice! :) It's weird that there's only one real highway through town. I'm used to DFW, which has seven high-ways to Sunday to get wherever you're going, lol.
Got any plane horror stories to share? Please do!