Flying isn’t cheap, especially with a child. So when I purchased two seats—one for me, one for my toddler—I expected them to be there. But a stranger had already taken both, her body spilling into the space I paid for. I tried reasoning with her, but she refused to budge. I flagged down a flight attendant, hoping for a quick resolution. What she did in response wasn’t just unexpected—it sent shockwaves through the entire plane.
When I boarded the plane and walked down the aisle, I couldn't believe it. An unfamiliar face, this woman taking up two seats—including mine! Her ample form expanded into the seat meant for little Jacob. “Excuse me, I believe these are our seats,” I said politely, hoping she’d move. Her glance at the seat numbers was brief, like she didn’t care. I felt the frustration bubbling up, yet tried to remain composed.
Despite my repeated efforts, Brenda seemed determined not to acknowledge me. “Ma’am, do you mind moving?” I tried again, this time with a slightly firmer tone. She was engrossed in her book, acting like there wasn’t a soul standing beside her. The silence felt heavy. It was as if I was invisible. People started glancing our way, sensing the awkwardness. I knew I had to take it to the next level.