Switcheroo
I had a flight a couple months ago. I was booked in the next-to-last row in the window seat. I purposely booked this seat so I could have the window. I don’t care what row, I just want a window.
A man & woman are standing in the aisle nearby, along with their small baby. The woman tells me the man is booked in the seat next to me, while she and the baby are in the row behind. Would I switch seats with them, “so my baby can be with his Daddy?”
I’m not averse to switching, but this would now move me to the middle seat in the last row. I don’t want a middle seat between 2 strangers. I politely tell her I’m so sorry, if they had a window seat – or even an aisle, I would gladly switch, but I’m just not going to be able to sit in the middle.
She starts huffing & puffing and complaining to the attendant nearby. I ignore her and go about my business.
A few moments later, they completely confuse a non-English speaking person so much with asking about switching seats, he just ups & sits wherever they tell him to & they get their wish to be together.
The flight attendant offers the guy free drinks & snacks since he was “the only one who offered to do that for them” with a backwards glance at me. 12visionsdancing